_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_.) 1_st Gent._ Who the devil is this extraordinary personage? 2_d Gent._ Who? Why, 'tis Mr. H. 1_st Gent._ Has he no more name? 2_d Gent._ 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. 1_st Gent._ Wonderful! yet, nobody know who he is, or where he comes from! 2_d Gent._ 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. 1_st Gent._ And is it possible that a mere anonymous-- 2_d Gent._ 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 show 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? _Mr. H._ My curst unfortunate name. I have reasons to conceal it for a time. _Belvil._ I understand you--Creditors, Jack? _Mr. H._ No, I assure you. _Belvil._ Snapp'd up a ward, peradventure, and the whole Chancery at your heels? _Mr. H._ I don't use to travel with such cumbersome luggage. _Belvil._ You ha'n't taken a purse? _Mr. H._ To relieve you at once from all disgraceful conjecture, you must know, 'tis nothing but the sound of my name. _Belvil_ Ridiculous! 'tis true yours is none of the most romantic; but what can that signify in a man?