_Lady Fran._ Indeed, to tell you the truth, I could wish it was the fashion for married people to be inseparable; for I have more heart-felt satisfaction in fifteen minutes with you at my side, than fifteen days of amusement could give me without you. _Sir Geo._ My sweet Creature! How that confession charms me!--Let us begin the Fashion. _Lady Fran._ O, impossible! We should not gain a single proselyte; and you can't conceive what spiteful things would be said of us.--At Kensington to-day a Lady met us, whom we saw at Court, when we were presented; she lifted up her hands in amazement!----Bless me! said she to her companion, here's Lady Francis without Sir Hurlo Thrumbo!--My dear Mrs. Racket, consider what an important charge you have! for Heaven's sake take her home again, or some Enchanter on a flying Dragon will descend and carry her off.--Oh, said another, I dare say Lady Frances has a clue at her heel, like the peerless Rosamond:--her tender swain would never have trusted her so far without such a precaution. _Sir Geo._ Heav'n and Earth!----How shall Innocence preserve its lustre amidst manners so corrupt!--My dear Fanny, I feel a sentiment for thee at this moment, tenderer than Love--more animated than Passion.----I could weep over that purity, expos'd to the sullying breath of Fashion, and the _Ton_, in whose latitudinary vortex Chastity herself can scarcely move unspotted. _Enter_ Gibson. _Gib._ Your Honour talk'd, I thought, something about going to the Masquerade? _Sir Geo._ Well. _Gib._ Isn't it?--hasn't your Honour?--I thought your Honour had forgot to order a Dress. _Lady Fran._ Well consider'd, Gibson.--Come, will you be Jew, Turk, or Heretic; a Chinese Emperor, or a Ballad-Singer; a Rake, or a Watchman? _Sir Geo._ Oh, neither, my Love; I can't take the trouble to support a character. _Lady Fran._ You'll wear a Domino then:--I saw a pink Domino trimm'd with blue at the shop where I bought my Habit.--Would you like it? _Sir Geo._ Any thing, any thing. _Lady Fran._ Then go about it directly, Gibson.----A pink Domino trimm'd with blue, and a Hat of the same--Come, you have not seen my Dress yet--it is most beautiful; I long to have it on. [_Exeunt_ Sir George _and_ Lady Frances. _Gib._ A pink Domino trimm'd with blue, and a Hat of the same----What the devil can it signify to Sally now what his Dress is to be?--Surely the Slut has not made an assignation to meet her Master! [_Exit_ Gibson. END OF THE THIRD ACT. ACT IV. SCENE----_A Masquerade._ _A Party dancing Cotillons in front--a variety of Characters pass and repass._ _Enter_ Folly _on a Hobby-Horse, with Cap and Bells_. _Mask._ Hey! Tom Fool! what business have you here? _Foll._ What, Sir! Affront a Prince in his own Dominions! [_Struts off._ _Mountebank._ Who'll buy my Nostrums? Who'll buy my Nostrums? _Mask._ What are they? (_They all come round him._)