_Bra_. Do'st thou imagine a Woman of sense that has seen he great Court of _France_, and visited Madam _de Trollop_, Madam _de Frippery_, and Madam _de Twangdillion_, where Ladies are great Politicians, and talk of Ramparts, Bastions, and Aqueducts will prefer thy Parrots and Jack-daws to a Man of Politicks, whom the Prince of _Conti_ consulted about the Kingdom of _Poland_. Monsieur _Chamillard_ about the late Invasion. _Nick._ I can't suppose, _Major_, a Lady of her Intellects, will fling her self away on a Grumbletonian, to have her Estate confiscated, receive Visits in the _Gate-house_, when her Husband's clapt up for Treason, and afterwards quarrel with the Heralds about the length of her Veil, when her Spouse made his _Exit_ at _Tyburn_. _Bra_. Why ha'st thou the assurance to despise Heroes that die in a State Cause, St. _Charnock_, and St. _Gregg_; these were Men that made a noise i'the World, whose Names are in ev'ry News Paper, and let the Cause be what it will, I honour People that make a noise in the World.--But prithee, Mr. _Nicknack_, what makes you Citizens that spring from a little Counting-house, up three Steps at the further End of a dark Ware-house, attempt Women o'Quality? _Nick_. Why, Sir, I can settle Threescore Thousand Pounds upon her. _Bra_. Settle Threescore Thousand Pounds upon her;--Wou'd you buy a Wife as you do Scamony and Cocheneal by Inch of Candle? If I were a Woman, I shou'd hate the sound of an Inch of Candle. I'll settle _Major Bramble_ upon her, an inestimable Jewel, and if she has no more sense than to refuse me; for a Chocolate-house, _Jelley Eater_, she has travell'd to as little improvement, as some other Beau Ladies, that admire the Agility of the _French_, before the Stability of the _Swiss Cantons_; therefore you may go tire her with your Monkey tricks, to give her a true relish of my more weighty Arguments.--In the mean time, I'll step to the Tow'r, to congratulate the safe Arrival of some very great Persons out of _Scotland_. [_Exit._ _Nick_. Now has this old Fellow the vanity to think his Person and Qualities are as acceptable to a fine Woman as if he had been bred at Court; but Asses will herd and bray amongst the fair Kine, like a knot of Stock-jobbing Jews that crowd _Garraways_ Coffee-house, and fright away us Beau Merchants with the stink of Bread and Cheese Snuff. [_Exit._ SCENE _Changes to_ Covent-Garden. _Enter_ Matter Totty, _and_ Shrimp. _Tot_. Lord! Lord! What a hugeous Place this _London_ is? I thank you heartily, Sir, for taking Care of me; for I shou'd ha' quite lost my self, and then, perhaps, some strange Person might ha' taken me up, and ha' kept me; but what makes People in such a hurry here, as if at _Lincoln_, the Mayor and Aldermen were going to a Bull-baiting; at other times Folks in the Country walk more slowly, as tho' they were going to Church.