FIFTH WAITER Yes, Sir; but he is anxious to know the name of his benefactor. MR. H. Here is a pampered rogue of a beggar, that cannot be obliged to a gentleman in the way of his profession, but he must know the name, birth, parentage, and education of his benefactor. I warrant you, next he will require a certificate of one's good behaviour, and a magistrate's licence in one's pocket, lawfully empowering so and so to--give an alms. Any thing more? FIFTH WAITER Yes, Sir: here has been Mr. Patriot, with the county petition to sign; and Mr. Failtime, that owes so much money, has sent to remind you of your promise to bail him. MR. H. Neither of which I can do, while I have no name. Here is more of the plaguy comforts of going anonymous, that one can neither serve one's friend nor one's country. Damn it, a man had better be without a nose, than without a name. I will not live long in this mutilated, dismembered state; I will to Melesinda this instant, and try to forget these vexations. Melesinda! there is music in the name; but then, hang it, there is none in mine to answer to it. [_Exit_.] (_While Mr. H. has been speaking, two Gentlemen have been observing him curiously._) FIRST GENTLEMAN Who the devil is this extraordinary personage? SECOND GENTLEMAN Who? why 'tis Mr. H. FIRST GENTLEMAN Has he no more name? SECOND GENTLEMAN None that has yet transpired. No more! why that single letter has been enough to inflame the imaginations of all the ladies in Bath. He has been here but a fortnight, and is already received into all the first families. FIRST GENTLEMAN Wonderful! yet nobody knows who he is, or where he comes from! SECOND GENTLEMAN He is vastly rich, gives away money as if he had infinity; dresses well, as you see; and for address, the mothers are all dying for fear the daughters should get him; and for the daughters, he may command them as absolutely as--. Melesinda, the rich heiress, 'tis thought, will carry him. FIRST GENTLEMAN And is it possible that a mere anonymous-- SECOND GENTLEMAN Phoo! that is the charm, Who is he? and What is he? and What is his name?--The man with the great nose on his face never excited more of the gaping passion of wonderment in the dames of Strasburg, than this new-comer with the single letter to his name, has lighted up among the wives and maids of Bath; his simply having lodgings here, draws more visitors to the house than an election. Come with me to the parade, and I will shew you more of him. [_Exeunt_.] SCENE.--_In the Street_. (MR. H. _walking_, BELVIL _meeting him_.) BELVIL My old Jamaica school-fellow, that I have not seen for so many years? it must, it can be no other than Jack (_going up to him_). My dear Ho---- MR. H. (_Stopping his mouth._) Ho----! the devil, hush. BELVIL Why sure it is-- MR. H. It is, it is your old friend Jack, that shall be nameless. BELVIL My dear Ho---- MR. H. (_Stopping him_.) Don't name it. BELVIL Name what?