Pas: No, I'll begin at the Source. the Bourgoie is but the Ape of the Courtier; Correct the one, the other Mends of Course. I will Scour the whole Circle of this metropolis; not a tilted Sharpor, or a fair Libertine, but I will Gibbet in Effigie. Birth Privilege or Quality shall not be a Sanction to the ignominious Practices of the one, nor shall Fashion or Beauty be a Skreen for the Folly or Indecency of the other. Tho' they elude the Laws of Westminster, they shall not escape the Lash of Parnassus. Here we have no Inquisition, no Bastile, no Rasp House, to dread. So without a Single hesitation more of Doubt or fear, let us at once plunge into Action.-- Go you & take a Set of proper Officers with you and, by a Warrant from Appollo, Search every disorderly House in Town. Routs, drums, and Assemblies, particularly the den. Mar: It shall be done. (#Exit Marforio#) Pas: O thou, who first explored and dar'd to laugh at Public Folly; Sweet facetious Lucian, Father of Gibes and laughing Ridicule Inspire thy Votary, teach me this Night to draw a Striking Likeness in which the free born Britons may behold their Beauties and Deformities as perfectly as the Inquisitive Eye does its own Image in the faithful Mirror! Enter Marforio. Pas: What brings you back? Mar: I met the Town at the Stage door & return'd to give you Notice, that they may not Surprize you. Pas: I am glad they are come, what sort of Humour are they in. Mar: Seemingly in a good one. But in roaring Spirits and in high Expectation of Riot and Fun as they term it. Hydra. behind the Scenes Hyd: Where, where, which way! here, this Way, this way Ladies. this way. Pas: Here they come, begone-- leave them to Me-- Proceed you in your Search. Mar: I shall. (Exit) Hyd: This way, this way Ladies. Pas: I'll retire, till I see what humour they are in (#retires#). Enter Hydra, Miss Brilliant & Stage-Keeper. Stage. Mr. Hydra Servant. Servt: Here (this Servt: be on from the begining) Hyd: This way Madam. Brill: Well do you know Mr. Hydra that I am upon the Tip-toe of Expectation to know what this Medley can be? Hyd: Upon Honour so am I-- quite upon the Rack, but where is the rest of Our Party? Miss Bashfull here's mighty good Room. Bob Smart won't you hand miss Bashfull to her Place. Enter Bob Smart. Bob. Upon Honour I cannot prevail upon her to come on. She's Affraid the Audience will take her for one of the Actresses and hiss her. Omn: Ha, ha, ha, ridiculous. Brill. Dear Creature come on. Lord I have Sat upon the Stage a hundred times (#pulls her on#) and if they should take us for some of the Characters in the Farce. I vow I should be glad of it. Bob: Upon Honour so Should I. Bash. O Lud, I should instantly faint away if they took me for an Actress. Brill. Ha-- ha-- ha-- O Lud I protest there's Sr. Conjecture Possitive. in the Musick Place. Bash. Upon Honour so he is. Brill. Sr: Conjecture your Servant, won't you come up to Us? we'll make Room for You.