AIR V. _Lad's a Dunce._ _Thus finely set out, I'll make such a Rout, And top all the Rantipole Girls of the Town; With Glances so bright, Lords and Dukes I'll delight, And make all the Rakes with their Ready come down, The Stock-jobbing Cit, For a hundred I'll hit, While me he is rifling, I'll riflle his Purse; With Saint-like Smile I'll Zealots beguile, And make the fond Hypocrite freely disburse._ _Thus, thus in full Pow'r, I'll sweeten, I'll sour, I'll whindle, I'll bluster, I'll wheedle, I'll cant, I'll bubble, I'll blind, Make Fools of Mankind, Each Cully shall think he's my only Gallant, With such Supplies To Grandeur I'll rise, And revel in Pleasure, in Plenty and Ease, While in the dark, A favourite Spark, I'll keep at my Call to enjoy when I please._ After the Song they retire to the Bed; immediately is heard a knocking at the Door; the Maid looks out and perceives it to be the _Jew_, upon which she runs and tells her Mistress, who comes out with Harlequin in the utmost Confusion.--But she advises him to retire to the Bed, which he does; she sits down upon the _Settee_, and orders the Maid to let _Mordecai_ in--when he enters he seems angry that she made him wait so long at the Door, but is soon pacify'd when he sees _Kitty_ alone.--He sits down by her, and is very fond of her; then orders the Maid to get Tea, which she does--while they are drinking it, _Kitty_ appears in Confusion, and makes Signs to the Maid to let Harlequin out; but while he is attempting to steal away, he accidentally drops his Sword and Cane, which surprizes the _Jew_, who turning about perceives Harlequin, upon which Miss _Kitty_ in a Passion over-sets the Tea-Table.--The _Jew_ enrag'd, runs to secure the Door, and is in the greatest Passion with her, she laughs at him, and they sing the following _Duette_. AIR VI. _Maidens as fresh as a Rose._ Kitty. _Farewell, good Mr._ Jew; _Now I hate your tawny Face; I'll have no more to do With you or any of your Race._ Jew. _Begone, you saucy Jade, I will ne'er believe thee more; Follow the_ Drury _Trade, Thou shalt ne'er deceive me more._ Kitty. _Then take your self away, Since I have chous'd you well, you Cull; But come another Day, When you have got your Pockets full._