L. _Rod._ Women o' Quality, Mrs. _Taffety_ have left 'em off, and those Ladies that do wear 'em, generally make 'em of their old Top-knots [_to the India Woman_] Mrs. _Japan_, you are a Stranger here, I hav'n't seen you since I paid off your last Bill, _Ind. Wom._ Oh, Madam! I have been at Death's Door, the Hypocondriacks have so prey'd upon my Spirits, they have destroy'd my Constitution, such Rotations i'my Head, such an Oppression at my Stomach--but I ha' brought you a Pound of Bohee, so purifying, 'twill give your Ladyship a new Mass of Blood in a Quarter of an Hour. L. _Rod._ Mrs. _Chince_ has much better. _Ind. Wom._ Then will I eat Mrs. _Chince_.--Shall I show you some fine India Pictures? L. _Rod._ I hate those Shadows o' Men half finish'd. _Ind Wom._ I must own the Substance of a Man well finish'd is much better,--but here's a Set o'_Japan_ Cups will ravish your Ladyship, a Tradesman's Wife long'd, and miscarry'd about 'em. L. _Rod._ I'm overstock'd with _China_, and they say 'tis grown so common. I intend to sacrifice mine to my Monkey. _Ind. Wom._ Nay, pray, my Lady, buy somewhat of me, you know I'm in great Tribulation, I trusted a couple of Trollops, that were turn'd out of the Play-House, for having too much Assurance for the Stage, and set up a little Shop in _Spring Garden_; and the bold Jades are gone a stroling Fifty Pounds in my Debt. Besides, I have just now a lazy Trull of a Daughter, that run away with a Foot Soldier, return'd big with the Lord knows what, and that's no small Charge to me, that am forc'd to pad it about for a Livelihood. L. _Rod._ Well, you may leave a Pound of Powder. _Ind. Wom._ [_Aside._] A Pound of Powder, pox o'your Generosity, these great Ladies are grown as stingy as if they paid one ready Mony, were it not for a City-bubble now and then, I might e'en go dance with the Dogs in _May-Fair_. L. _Rod._ [_To the Toy-Man._] Mr. _Gimcrack_, what new Fancies have you brought this Morning? _Toy-M._ A Pair of nice _Genoa_ Gloves for your Ladyship, curiously made up in a gilt Wallnut Shell. L. _Rod_ A Wallnut Shell! they can't be large enough. _Toy-M._ Madam, I sold six Pair to my Lady _Strammell_, and her Arm's nine Inches Diameter. L. _Rod._ What else have you? _Toy-M._ A choice Comb for your Eye-brows, Madam, an acute Pair o' Pinchers for your Hair, and a most ingenious French Knife to slice the Powder of your Ladyship's Forehead, with Tongs, Shovels, Grates, and Fenders for your Ladyship's Tea-Table. L. _Rod._ Well, carry the things in, let your Bills be deliver'd to the Steward, and I'll order some part of your Mony. _All._ We humbly thank your Ladyship. [_Exeunt._ L. _Rod._ Now, Cozen, we have dispatch'd these necessary Animals; pray, tell me how the Town relishes my Appearance.