Hyd: This, Mr. Pasquin is Sir Eternal Grin. He is what is call'd a good natured Man & extremely well bred-- So Polite he never frownd in his Life. Grin. No, never in my Life I assure you Mr. Pasquin. Hyd: He is an uncommon Favourite with the Ladies, And is never so happy as when they employ him. Grin. No never Sir. ha, ha. Hyd: His whole Life is spent in their Service, ev'ry Morning you may See him running from Play House to Play House, regulating the Box Book in Consequence of the Commissions he recieved over night for Places. that done he hurrys away to mill their Chocolate, toast their Muffins, make their Tea, and wait on them to the Mercers-- In the Evening you may See him in every part of the Play-House, handing then in and Out, and between every Act, whisking from Box to Box; whispering News and Appointments. thence to half a dozen, Drums and Routs; where, after loosing to them at Cards 'till two in the Morning, he has the happiness of seeing the dear Creatures to their Chairs, and then goes home as happy, as an Author after a Successfull first Night. Grin. 'Tis true Mr. Pasquin as Mr. Hydra says my whole Life is devoted to the Service of the Fair. therefore I hope there is no Indelicacy, no severity, Satyr, or Ridicule against them in your Piece. if there be you must not take it Ill if I head a Party to damn it. ha, ha, ha. Pas. Sir, I never Pollute my Productions with Invectives against the Fair. I am to the best of my poor Abilities, their constant Advocate. he, he, he, he. (#laughing & Mimicking him#). Grin. Why then I am your Friend to perpetuity: as to other Characters you may take what Liberty you please with them. there is Hydra an Admiral Character-- he pretends to Taste-- but he is ignorant as-- dear Sir I can furnish you with a thousand such ridiculous Wretches so that you need not have recourse to the Ladies. Pas: Sir I shall take particular Notice of Your Advice, and follow it implicitly. and shall be Obliged to you for a few Characters. Grin. I'll send them to you depend upon it, your Servant (#turns to the Company#) this Pasquin is a very Sensible Fellow, and I believe will Please the Public-- for he minds what the Iudicious say to him. Enter Sir Roger Ringwood. Sr. Rog: Haux, haux, haux! hido, hido. Iack Hydra, yours.-- What is this ancient Chorus begun yet? this Farce after the manner of Aristotle and all the Heathen Gods.-- Zounds I am come twenty Miles, from a red-hot-Fox Chace, on purpose to see it. What the Devil is this Hotch-Potch? a Pantomime, or a Tragedy? I believe I shall Salute it with a Seranade-- tip it dead Hollow Haux, haux, dead, dead, dead & damned-- but who is this Pasquin? Hyd: If you please I'll introduce you to him. Sr. Rog: With all my heart. Hyd: Sir this is the famous Sr. Roger Ringwood. a five bottle Man I assure you; remarkable for his Taste in dramatic Performances, & the loudest Voice that ever damn'd a Play.