Sr. Rog: Hem (#Hems very loud#) yes I have pretty good Lungs. hido, hido! Hyd. Sr: I have known him fright a whole Box of Ladies into Fits with One blast of his Voice; drive the whole Party of an Author's Friends out of the Pit, with the tremendous Courage of a few Oaths; and have frequently heard him harangue an Audience on a first night with as much Applause as every Tully did the Romans-- Sir Roger this is ye Celebrated Seignior Pasquin. Sr. Rog: Hum! dam me he looks like Mahomet Charratha going to dance the Rope. harkee Seignior-- what is this Medley of yours? this Covent Garden Theatre? Is it in Italian? Pas: No, Sir. Sr. Rog: In French? Pas: Neither Sir. Sr. Rog: Neither-- Why what the Devil Language is it in then? Pas: English Sir. Sr. Rog: English! Zounds I never heard of any English Farce with Greek Chorus's before. I reckon it is damn'd low Stuff. Q Scrib: That it is I'll answer for it before I see it. Sr. Rog: Harkee, Seignor, be it Tragedy or Farce I don't Care a Hare's Scut, so there is but Fun in it. but none of your French Fricassies according to Rule! haux, haux, my honies; give us a fair Burst of Fun, my dear, & we'll follow you for fifty nights end-ways, haux, haux, something of the Antients now-- Something of a-- a-- old Shakespear, or Horace, or Homer, or Ben Johnson, as they have at Drury Lane. do you hear-- Something that way & I'll engage it takes. but if it is any of your New Moral Stuff, according to Rule, I shall Tip it a dead Hollow, (#Hollows#) think of that and be dull if you dare. Pas: Certainly such a Iudicious Patron as Sr. Roger Ringwood, must inspire both an Author and an Actor. Enter Miss Diana Single-Life. Hyd: This is Miss Diana Single-Life, a maiden Lady of Youth, Beauty, Chastity, & Erudition: who has read more Romances, Novels, Poems & Plays, than there are Acts of Parliament in ye English Language. Diana: Yes, Mr. Pasquin I may venture to say, with the Strictest Propriety, that I have read as much as any Lady that has Existed in the Circle of Literature.-- not the great Daicer excepted: but I hope Mr. Pasquin you have nothing in your Exhibition that is Shocking to Chastity, no double Entendres in your Examinations; If you have I shall certainly explode them. You must know I was once perswaded to go to hear a Tryal for a Rape-- I vow I blush at the bare mention of the Word-- what wou'd you have of it-- in short I went;-- but I thought I shou'd have Swoon'd away upon the Spot, the Tryal was so full of double Entendres, and what the filthy Lawyers call-- Rems in Re-- -- Omn: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Pas: Madam, you may assure your self that the Virgin Particles of Your Modesty shall never be Agitated by the Amorous Transparancy of Pasquin's Obscenity. (#Mimicking her#) Hyd: Look, look, if the impudent Rogue is not taking the Old Maid Off to her face, & she does not See it. Omn: Ha, ha, ha. Dia. Sir, I am your humble-- Pas. Your devoted-- Dia. And immense Admirer.