#Sr. Conjecture in the Musick Room.# Sr. Con: Miss your humble I am afraid so many of us upon the Stage will offend the Audience. Brill. O not at all, It is in the Bills that the Town are to Sit upon the Stage, & sure Sir Conjecture the World must Allow you to be a Principall Character amongst Us. Sr. Con: The World is very kind Madam. I'll do my Self the Honour to attend you. Bash. Pray Miss Brilliant do you know who this Pasquin is? Brill. Yes Child; he is one of the Heathen Gods; Iupiter's Grandfather. You may read a particular Account of him my dear, in Homer, or Milton, or any of the Greek Poets (#pulls out a Bill of the Farce#) well I vow its a Whimsicall Bill this; a charming Puff. Lud where's Sir Conjecture? I suppose he can give us a particular Account of it. for he knows every thing. Hyd: You mean Miss he pretends to know every thing.. Brill. Why that is as Pleasant to him Mr. Hydra, as if he really had knowledge, he is a strange conceited Coxcomb to be sure, but entertaining. I wonder his Character was never introduced upon the Stage, he is a most ridiculous Fellow. Enter Sr. Conjecture Sr. Con: Ha-- ha-- ha-- who is that dear Miss is a ridiculous Fellow. Omn: Ha-- ha-- ha-- Brill: O Lud, I hope he did not here me (#apart#) Omn: Ha-- ha-- ha, Brill: Why this-- a-- a-- Macklin, Macklin,-- or Pasquin-- or Drawcansir-- or who ever it was that writ this Play Bill. Sr. Con: It is a Puff, a Puff-- a Puff, a very good Puff upon Honour, like Woodward's lick at the Town last year. I am afraid tho' All the Wit of the Author is in the Bill, ha, ha, ha. Omn: Ha, ha, ha. Brill: Now upon Honour I like it for it's Novelty. Bob: And upon Honour I shall damn it for it's Novelty, ev'ry Man in his Humour as the Play says. Hyd: Ha, ha, well said Bob. Brill: But the Pit, Boxes and Gallery's doing their parts for their Diversion, that's what puzzles me. Hyd: Lord, that's all a Puff. he'll have some body upon the Stage to represent them. Sr. Con: No, no, no, you are out, you are out, he is to have one of the Actors in the Pitt; who is to Speak from thence-- See there-- there he is the very Actor-- You may See him from hence-- he sits next to that very handsome Gentleman that looks like a Iew's Bastard. Omn: Ha, ha, ha-- I see him, I see him. Sr. Con: And there's one of the Actresses some where or other in the Front Boxes;-- She's a New Woman-- very handsome they say, one Miss Tweezeldon. I wish we cou'd find her out. Hyd: I can't see her;-- unless that be She with the White teeth that laughs so heartily, and is playing with her Fan. Sr. Conj. I believe that is She; yes, yes, that is she I am Possitive, for she blushes at Our Speaking of her, but we shall put her out of Countenance.-- Ladies we should not let the Audience so far into the Secret; it will not be fair;-- come let us Step into the Green Room for a Moment-- I want to have a little Chat with this Pasquin.