Mrs. _Lov._ Your Ladyship's inimitable Graces, and our vast Successes abroad are the Topicks that furnish all Conversation; one Lady cries at the gilt Chariot, another swoons at the prancing Horses; and my old Lady _Lack-it_, swears you have so handsom a Set of Foot-men, the dreams of nothing else; then your Ladyship's Furniture is most surprizing, ev'ry thing was so admir'd, and handl'd last Visiting-day, the Ladies left little of it behind 'em. L. _Rod. Bagatelle_! Ladies steal from one another, not for the Value of the thing, but to make an Alteration in their Closets.--But what do the Malitious say, am I envy'd, Cozen, I wou'd n't ha' the Fatigue of an Estate, unless I cou'd make the World uneasie about it. Mrs. _Lov._ Oh! Spleen, Spleen, Madam, to the last Degree--my Lady _Testy_ has tore fifty Fans about you, broke all her China, and beat her Foot-man's Eye out; she says, 'tis a burning Shame, you monopolize all the Fellows in the Town; and truly, there's a Statute against ingrossing.--My Lady _Prudence Maxim_, cries, _A fine Estate is a fine Thing, finely manag'd, but to overdo at first, to undo at last_. And Mrs. _Indigo_, the Merchant's Wife, says, _If you knew the getting on't, you wou'd n't spend it so fast_. L. _Rod._ I have six thousand a Year, and resolve to live single, and enjoy it; I have made the Tour of _Italy_ and _France_, have given my self the Accomplishment of both Sexes, and design to Visit, Game, Revel, dust the Park, haunt the Theatres, and out-flutter e'er a Fop i'the Nation; and I know not why a Lady that has the best Estate i'the County shou'd n't represent 'em in Parliament. Mrs. _Lov._ But launching out too far, Madam, may draw Reflections on your Conduct, the English Ladies are more reserv'd than Foreigners. L. _Rod._ The English Ladies! Shall a Corner of _Europe_ teach me Decorums, that have travers'd the whole. The French Ladies admire my Gayety; the Italians are ravish'd with my Grandeur, and if the English Ladies do blame my Conduct, who values the Censure of a little Island.-- Oh! what Transports do I feel, to provoke the Eyes and Whispers of the Multitude,--Whose Equipage is that--My Lady _Rodomont_'s?--Whose Visiting-day is it--My Lady _Rodomont_'s?--Who bespoke the Play to Night-- My Lady _Rodomont_?--But when she's once marry'd--What "Gentlewoman's that with the great Belly--Sir _Marmaduke Mortgage_'s Wife, that's come to Town to buy Clouts, her Husband lost his Estate at Roly-poly.--She's mighty Big indeed, I'm afraid she'll ha' two. Unless one cou'd find out some Plant of a Husband, with Life and no Soul; a governable, drudging Creature, that wou'd love, honour and obey his Wife; and know so little of his own Prerogative, as to change his Name for her. Mrs. _Lov._ Really, Madam, I'm o' your Opinion, I'd have Petticoat- Government pass thro' the Nation; the Ladies shou'd possess the Estates, and make their Husbands a Jointure.