_Wid._ Ha! ha! ha! Hussy, you never said that you spoke last. Why, 'tis just--'tis satire--I'm sure you saw it in my face, that I was going to say it: 'Twas too good for you. Come, lay down that sentence and the pin-cushion, and pin up my shoulder. Harkee, hussy, if you should, as I hope you won't, outlive me, take care I ain't buried in flannel; 'twould never become me, I'm sure.[32] That they can be as merry: Well, I'll tell my new acquaintance--what's her name?--she that reads so much, and writes verses. Her husband was deaf the first quarter of a year; I forget her name. That expression she'll like. Well, that woman does divert me strangely; I'll be very great with her. She talked very learnedly of the ridicule till she was ridiculous; then she spoke of the decent, of the agreeable, of the insensible. She designs to print the discourse; but of all things, I like her notion of the insensible. _Tat._ Pray, madam, how was that? _Wid._ A most useful discourse to be inculcated in our teens. The purpose of it is to disguise our apprehension in this ill-bred generation of men, who speak before women what they ought not to hear. As now, suppose you were a spark in my company, and you spoke some double entendre, I look thus! But be a fellow, and you shall see how I'll use you. The insensible is useful upon any occasion where we seemingly neglect and secretly approve, which is our ordinary common case. Now, suppose a coxcomb, dancing, prating, and playing his tricks before me to move me, without pleasure or distaste in my countenance, I look at him, just thus; but----Ha! ha! ha! I have found out a supplement to this notion of the insensible, for my own use, which is infallible, and that is to have always in my head all that they can say or do to me. So never be surprised with laughter, the occasion of which is always sudden. _Tat._ Oh! my Lady Brumpton [TATTLEAID _bows and cringes_], my lady, your most obedient servant. _Wid._ Look you, wench, you see by the art of insensibility I put you out of countenance, though you were prepared for an ill-reception. _Tat._ Oh! madam, how justly are you formed for what is now fallen to you--the empire of mankind. _Wid._ Oh! sir, that puts me out of all my insensibility at once; that was so gallant--Ha! what noise is that; that noise of fighting? Run, I say. Whither are you going? What, are you mad? Will you leave me alone? Can't you stir? What, you can't take your message with you? Whatever 'tis, I suppose you are not in the plot; not you--Nor that now they're breaking open my house for Sharlot--Not you--Go, see what's the matter, I say, I have nobody I can trust. [_Exit_ TATTLEAID] One minute I think this wench honest, and the next false. Whither shall I turn me? _Tat._ Madam, madam. [_Re-entering._ _Wid._ Madam, madam, will you swallow me gaping?