_Book_. What, and translate Virgil? _Scare_. Alas! I translated him out of Dryden. _Book_. Lay by your hat, sir--lay by your hat, and take your seat immediately. Not qualified!--thou art as well versed in thy trade as if thou hadst laboured in my garret these ten years. Let me tell you, friend, you will have more occasion for invention than learning here. You will be obliged to translate books out of all languages, especially French, that were never printed in any language whatsoever. _Scare_. Your trade abounds in mysteries. _Book_. The study of bookselling is as difficult as the law: and there are as many tricks in the one as the other. Sometimes we give a foreign name to our own labours, and sometimes we put our names to the labours of others. Then, as the lawyers have John-a-Nokes and Tom-a-Stiles, so we have Messieurs Moore near St Paul's and Smith near the Royal Exchange. SCENE VI.--_To them_, LUCKLESS. _Luck_. Mr Bookweight, your servant. Who can form to himself an idea more amiable than of a man at the head of so many patriots working for the benefit of their country. _Book_. Truly, sir, I believe it is an idea more agreeable to you than that of a gentleman in the Crown-office paying thirty or forty guineas for abusing an honest tradesman. _Luck_. Pshaw! that was only jocosely done, and a man who lives by wit must not be angry at a jest. _Book_. Look ye, sir, if you have a mind to compromise the matter, and have brought me any money-- _Luck_. Hast thou been in thy trade so long, and talk of money to a modern author? You might as well have talked Latin or Greek to him. I have brought you paper, sir. _Book_. That is not bringing me money, I own. Have you brought me an opera? _Luck_. You may call it an opera if you will, but I call it a puppet-show. _Book_. A puppet-show! _Luck_. Ay, a puppet show; and is to be played this night at Drury-lane playhouse. _Book_. A puppet-show in a playhouse! _Luck_. Ay, why, what have been all the playhouses a long while but puppet-shows? _Book_. Why, I don't know but it may succeed; at least if we can make out a tolerable good title-page: so, if you will walk in, if I can make a bargain with you I will. Gentlemen, you may go to dinner. SCENE VII.--_Enter_ JACK-PUDDING, Drummer, Mob. _Jack-P_. This is to give notice to all gentlemen, ladies, and others, that at the Theatre Royal in Drury-lane, this evening, will be performed the whole puppet-show called the Pleasures of the Town; in which will be shewn the whole court of nonsense, with abundance of singing, dancing, and several other entertainments: also the comical and diverting humours of Some-body and No-body; Punch and his wife Joan to be performed by figures, some of them six foot high. God save the King. [_Drum beats_. SCENE VIII.--WITMORE _with a paper, meeting_ LUCKLESS. _Wit_. Oh! Luckless, I am overjoyed to meet you; here, take this paper, and you will be discouraged from writing, I warrant you.