_Court._ Gentlemen, consider--for Heaven's sake----a Lady of Quality. What will be the consequences? _Flut._ The consequences!--Why, you'll have your throat cut, that's all--but I'll write your Elegy. So, now for the door! [_Part open the door, whilst the rest hold_ Courtall.]----Beg your Ladyship's pardon, whoever you are: [_Leads her out._] Emerge from darkness like the glorious Sun, and bless the wond'ring circle with your charms. [_Takes off her Mask._] _Sav._ Kitty Willis! ha! ha! ha! _Omnes._ Kitty Willis! ha! ha! ha! Kitty Willis! _1st Mask._ Why, what a Fellow you are, Courtall, to attempt imposing on your friends in this manner! A Lady of Quality--an Earl's Daughter--Your Ladyship's most obedient.----Ha! ha! ha! _Sav._ Courtall, have you influence, or have you not? _Flut._ The Man's moon-struck. _Court._ Hell, and ten thousand Furies, seize you all together! _Kitty._ What! me, too, Mr. Courtall? me, whom you have knelt to, prayed to, and adored? _Flut._ That's right, Kitty; give him a little more. _Court._ Disappointed and laugh'd at!---- _Sav._ Laugh'd at and despis'd. I have fullfilled my design, which was to expose your villainy, and laugh at your presumption. Adieu, Sir! Remember how you again boast of your influence with Women of Rank; and, when you next want amusement, dare not to look up to the virtuous and to the noble for a Companion. [_Exit, leading_ Kitty. _Flut._ And, Courtall, before you carry a Lady into your bed-chamber again, look under her mask, d'ye hear? [_Exit._ _Court._ There's no bearing this! I'll set off for Paris directly. [_Exit._ END OF THE FOURTH ACT. ACT V. SCENE I.----_Hardy_'s. _Enter_ Hardy _and_ Villers. _Villers._ Whimsical enough! Dying for her, and hates her; believes her a Fool, and a Woman of brilliant Understanding! _Har._ As true as you are alive;--but when I went up to him last night, at the Pantheon, out of downright good-nature to explain things----my Gentleman whips round upon his heel, and snapt me as short as if I had been a beggar-woman with six children, and he Overseer of the Parish. _Vill._ Here comes the Wonder-worker--[_Enter_ Letitia.] Here comes the Enchantress, who can go to Masquerades, and sing and dance, and talk a Man out of his wits!----But pray, have we Morning Masquerades? _Let._ Oh, no--but I am so enamour'd of this all-conquering Habit, that I could not resist putting it on, the moment I had breakfasted. I shall wear it on the day I am married, and then lay it by in spices--like the miraculous Robes of St. Bridget. _Vill._ That's as most Brides do. The charms that helped to catch the Husband, are generally _laid by_, one after another, 'till the Lady grows a downright Wife, and then runs crying to her Mother, because she has transform'd her _Lover_ into a downright Husband.