La. _Toss_. A vertuous Woman, that declares against Marriage, may as well declare against Eating and Drinking; all Women have Inclinations to Love; besides, _Flimsy_, Marriage is an Ordinance, and to declare against it, I take to be a very wicked thing; but if she has made a Vow of Chastity, she might release her Admirers to those Ladies that are willing the World shou'd continue peopl'd. My Lady _Love-gang_ swears she'll go live in _Scotland_ about it; my Lady _Dandler_ lays it so to Heart, I'm afraid she'll be silly; for my part, I bear it--not so patiently as Folks think. _Flim_. They say, Madam, she has depriv'd you of some particular Lovers; I'd arrest her for 'em. La. _Toss_. Sir _Harry Sprightly_ I have danc'd with; Brigadier _Blenheim_ too has handed me out of the Box, but when Lady _Rodomont_ arriv'd, they both flew from me like a parcel of Fortune-hunters from a reputed City-Heiress, when her Father breaks, and can give her nothing. _Flim_. Here she comes, surrounded with _Beaus_, and I warrant, thinks her self as good as the Queen; if I were the Queen, I'd have her taken up for thinking so. Pray Madam affront her. _Enter Lady_ Rodomont, _and Mrs_. Lovejoy, _follow'd by Sir_ Harry, _Collonel_ Blenheim, _Mr_. Nicknack, _Major_ Bramble, _several Fops and Footmen_. La. _Rod_. Dear _Messieurs_! give me Breath: Not but a Croud of Beaus are very acceptable; but to press upon one too hard, is like a new Monarch just seated on the Throne, that's stifl'd with Court Cringes--Don't you think, Sir _Harry_, the _Italians_ that approach us at more distance, show greater Veneration and Respect. Sir _Har_. Ladies in their High-Noon of labour'd Garniture, Are pleas'd, when we admire 'em like the Sun, Whom none directly looks at, But in the Ev'ning, as the Sun goes down, They're better pleas'd we shou'd approach 'em nearer. La. _Rod._ O you malicious Creature! That Censure's from the Freedoms of the _French_: A Traveller shou'd humour Countries, Customs; in _Spain_, a modest Woman hides her Face; in _France_ we shift our selves before our Valets; nay, shou'd much greater Freedoms there be practis'd, none but an _English_ Clown suspects our Vertue--_Collonel_, you're welcome to _England_; you have distinguish'd your self nobly this Campaign; I hear at _Audenard_ you acted Wonders. _Col._ Madam, When Kings command their Subjects to the Field, The Swords our Calling, and we fight for pay, And lengthen out a War to raise Estates; But when a Queen, whose matchless Virtue fires us, And whose obliging Goodness courts our Valour, We march with Pride, and unresisted Force, To spread the Empire of so bright a Mistress. La. _Rod._ I find, _Collonel_, an _English_ Officer may be perfectly well-bred, but I attribute it to your success in War; you have taken most of the _French_ Officers Prisoners, whose Conversation has refin'd your Manners.