Sr. Con: Mr. Hydra is apt to think too well of his Friends Abilities Mr. Pasquin;-- it is his Foible; But however, I have some knowledge-- I am not in the common herd of Critics. I can give a tollerable Guess at most of the Productions in Art and Nature. Pas: I believe it Sir; for your Mein, & Countenance, Dress and mannor of speaking, are an Index of Sagacity and Penetration. Sr. Con: I shall give you my Opinion very freely; I know you intend to bring on some particular Characters from Our End of the Town-- Capt. Crimp-- Match Count Hunt-Bubble & that Knot-- To be sure they are all Sharpers, and deserve to be exposed-- but, they are what are called Men of Fashion-- You had better let them alone-- they are a Nest of Hornets-- You may be Stung to death by them-- they'll damn your Piece if they can do nothing else Enter Miss Bashfull. Pas: Sir, I thank you for your Caution-- I shall Act with Prudence. Hyd: This, Sir, is Miss Bashfull, who is under the Tuition of Miss Brilliant, A Novice at present, but will in Time make a Shining Figure-- For She's a Genius-- but not ripe yet. Bas. I, I, I, I,-- Assure You Mr. Pasquin-- I-- I-- I am mightily pleased with your Bill about A, a, aristo-- pha-- nes and-- Paskee-- in-- des. and the Per-- oration, I reckon they are very Comical-- Your hble. Sr. Pas: Your Servant Madam. Bash: (#To Miss Brilliant#) Well I never Spoke to a Poet before! Lord how frightened I was. Enter Miss Brilliant. Lord Mr. Hydra, I should laugh if the Audience shou'd take me for one of the Actresses-- but if they do I don't care; for I am resolved I'll See this Farce if I never See another. Hyd: This Mr. Pasquin is the Sprightly Miss Brilliant, a Lady who pants to be acquainted with you; She is intimate with Mr. Garrick-- is known to the Fool, corresponds with Sir Alexander Drawcansir, and has writ several Admired Inspectors. Brill: Yes, Mr. Pasquin the World is kind enough to say my Friend Prometheus has given me a little Flame, a small Portion-- A Spark-- A Ray of the Etherial-- that's all. I wish you wou'd come and breakfast with me One Morning. I wou'd shew you a little thing that wou'd please you, it is but a Trifle;-- but it is neat-- something like Sapho-- a Ia ne se quoi-- Do you know the Inspector. Pas: No Madam. Brill: Nor the Fool. Pas: No Madam. Brill. Nor Sir Alexander. Pas: I am not so happy Madam. Brill. I'll make them your Friends-- If I see them here to Night, I'll Introduce them to you. I am intimate with all the Genii in Town. but prithee what is this Piece of yours? it has excited vast Curiosity. Is it after the Manner of Aristophanes-- or Fielding-- or Foot's Pieces-- don't tell me-- I won't have my Pleasure Anticipated-- but I assure I shall applaud-- I am mighty glad I don't know what it is-- It is much pleasanter to be Surprized be it good or bad. Enter Sir Eternal Grin.