L. _Rod._ Is not that my Lady _Toss-up?_ I shou'd hardly have known her, but by her down-right English Air--why no body minds her--Sir _Harry_, give the Lady a Pinch of sweet Snuff.--[_Aside_.] She's horridly concern'd at my Attractions, yet too proud to shew it, and looks as disconsolately gay, as a Maid of Thirty at the Wedding of her youngest Sister; how I love to mortify these Creatures. L. _Toss._ [_Advancing to Lady_ Rodomont] I find, Madam, by your Ladyship's Appearance and Conversation you have been a very great Traveller. L. _Rod_. By your Ladyship's Appearance, I find you're a very great Stranger both to Conversation, and your own Country. L. _Toss_. Is Travel, Madam, essential to a Lady's Education, or does it only serve to heigthen her Assurance? L. _Rot_. Some Ladies, Madam, are so plentifully stock'd by Nature, they want neither Art nor Travel to improve it. L. _Toss_. Tis much then your Ladyship shou'd encourage Art or Travel, where Nature has bestow'd the largest Share, but I wonder not a Lady shou'd be so studious to accomplish her self who so fondly permits a Crowd of Followers. L. _Rod_. A Lady, Madam, is seldom concern'd at another's Followers, but when she laments the loss of 'em her self, and if the Fops that flutter about me, give you any Disorder, I can easily resign 'em to your Ladyship. L. _Toss_. By no means, Madam, that wou'd be to rob your Ladyship's Cozen, there, who is equally entitul'd to your Cast off Lovers, and your old Cloths. Mrs. _Lov_. Her Ladyship's Cozen, Madam, wou'd no more accept of any Lady's old Cloths, than of your Ladyship's Face. L. _Toss_. Nay, Madam, if her Ladyship's a'ground, your Face may put both Sexes out o'Countenance. [_Exeunt Lady_ Toss-up, _and Mrs._ Flimsy. L. Rod. _Tho' minor Beauties at a_ Venus _rave, Spight her the more, the more her Charms inslave; As 'mongst the Stars the Moon maintains her Place, She Bridles in her Air, and Triumphs in her Face._ The End of the Second ACT. ACT III. SCENE I. _Enter Mrs_. Lovejoy.