_O’Dogh._ And in woman’s cloaths, Lady Bab, come to make a cuckold of me; and if you will all hide yourselves in the next room, you may see how the operation proceeds--hush--here he comes--get in, get in--and do not stir--here he is--begone. [_They all retire.--Exit_ O’Dogh. _Enter_ Katty, _and_ Mushroom _in woman’s cloaths_. _Katty._ Step into this room for a moment, sir, and I will let my mistress know you are here--I protest I should not have known you. _Mush._ Should not you? Ha, ha, ha! Why I think I do make a handsome woman, Mrs. Katty. _Katty._ Handsome! why you are a perfect beauty! you are the very picture of a Connaught lady, that visits my mistress--well, I will go and see if the coast is clear, and let her know you are come. _Mush._ Do, dear Mrs. Katty, and tell her my soul is all rapture, extacy, and transport, and rides upon the wings of love. _Katty._ I will, I will, sir. [_Exit._ _Mush._ A man must speak nonsense to these creatures, or they will not believe he loves them. I shall have more intrigues upon my hands in this country than I shall know what to do with; for I find the women all like me. As to Lady Kinnegad, I see she is determined to have me. _L. Kin._ Indeed! Conceited puppy! _Mush._ But she is gross, coarse, and stinks of sweets intolerably. _L. Kin._ Rascal! _Mush._ Gazette is well enough; I am sure I can have her. Yes, she’s a blood, but she won’t do above once and away. _Gazette._ Saucy fellow!--but once indeed--I assure you! _Mush._ Jolly has some thoughts of me too, I see--but she’s an idiot, a fool--damned silly. _Mrs. Jolly._ Mighty well, sir--very well-- _Mush._ But of all the spectacles that ever attempted to awaken gallantry, sure Nature never formed such another antidote as poor Lady Bab. _L. Bab._ Oh the villain!--an antidote--an antidote-- _Mush._ She always puts me in mind of an old house newly painted and white washed. _L. Bab._ I will go tear his eyes out. _Mush._ Then she is continually feeding that nose of hers, and smells stronger of rappee than Lady Kinnegad does of the Spice Islands. _L. Kin._ Oh, the rascal! _Mush._ That Kinnegad is a damned tartar; she and Mrs. Cardmark have fleeced poor Diggerty horridly--when I get Diggerty to England, I will introduce her to my Lord; for by that time I shall be tir’d of her. Oh, here the party comes. _Enter Mrs._ Diggerty _and_ Katty. My angel! my goddess! _Mrs. Dig._ O dear Mr. Mushroom, how could you venture so? I am ready to die with apprehension, lest my husband should discover you. _Mush._ Never fear, my charmer; love despises all dangers, when such beauty as your’s is the prize. _Mrs. Dig._ But I hope, Mr. Mushroom, your passion is sincere? _Mush._ Madam, the winged architect of the Cyprian goddess has fabricated a pathetic structure in this breast, which the iron teeth of Time can never destroy.