Omn. Lady Lucy. Ly. Lucy. Ladies your Servant. do you know that I am immensly delighted at meeting so much good Company here? Hyd: You dear Romantic Angel, what brought you hither thus equipt? Ly. Lucy. My dear, I am dress'd for the Masquerade; and was just Steping into my Chair to go to Lady High-Lifes; who Sees Masks to night, when this worthy Weight, with great Civility, told me he had a Warrant from Apollo to take up all disorderly Persons, and said I must go before Monsieur Drawcansir, the Censor of Great Britain. Omn. Ridiculous. Ly. Lucy. I was pleas'd with the Conceit; so hither I am come to attend his Worship. Hyd. You dear Wild Creature. Ly. Lucy. Have you had any Sport. Hyd. Infinite-- we have had such hissing, and clapping and laughing-- poor Pasquin has been roasted devilishly. Ly. Lucy. O Lud, I am Sorry for that. prithee introduce me to him. Hyd. Mr. Pasquin your Friend Marforio was mistaken in this Lady; she is a Woman of Fashion, the Celebrated Lady Lucy Loveit, who has made great part of the Tour of Europe in Cavalier. Pas. Sir I have had the Honour of seeing the Lady Abroad, the last time I perform'd upon the Italian Theatre in Paris. Ly. Lucy. Well Mr. Pasquin, tho' I am brought before you, As an Offender, I am vastly glad to see you in England. perhaps they may not relish you at first but I am sure you will take when once the Canaille come to understand you. I'll send you a thousand Anecdotes of my own Acquaintance. I will let you into the Secrets of every Intrigue, Family, and Character, from Pall. Mall to Grosvenor Square. Pas. That will hit my plans exactly, Madam. Ly. Lucy. I know it will [#whispers to him#] let me tell you there are some Characters present wou'd make Admirable Sport upon the Stage. there is Miss Single-Life, that pretended Old Maid is an immense fine one. I can give you all the Out-lines & some of the most glaring Colours of her Character. Pas. Madam, I shall take it as a Singular Favour. Ly. Lucy. I'll give it aloud before her Face, as of another Person, Mr. Pasquin. Pas. O dear Madam, that will be vastly kind, and quite polite. Ly. Lucy. Miss Dy-- My dear, I am going to describe a Character to Seignior Pasquin for his next piece. Dia. Madam, the Company will be ineffably Oblig'd to you. Ly. Lucy. You must know, my dear, the History of the Lady is this-- Her Intellects are as odd and as aukward as her Person; her mind a Composition of Hypocrisy and Vanity; her Head, like the Study of Don Quixot, Stuffed with the exploded-- Romances-- of the two last Centuries-- her Style the quaint Quintessence of Romantic Fustian, and her Manners those of a Princess in an Inchanted Castle. Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Dia. Your Ladyship has a most masterly Hand in Colouring.