_Trap_. 'Gad, that's true; I had forgot her education, faith, when I writ that speech; it's a fault I sometimes fall into--a man ought to have the memory of a devil to remember every little thing; but come, go on, go on--I'll alter it by and by. _Place_. Indeed, madam, it is a miserable state of life; I hope we shall have no such people as tradesmen shortly; I can't see any use they are of: if I am chose, I'll bring in a bill to extirpate all trade out of the nation. _Mrs M_. Yes, my lord, that would do very well amongst people of quality who don't want money. _Fust_. Again! Sure Mrs Mayoress knows very little of people of quality, considering she has lived amongst them. _Trap_. Lord, sir, you are so troublesome. Then she has not lived amongst people of quality, she has lived where I please; but suppose we should suppose she had been woman to a lady of quality, may we not also suppose she was turned away in a fortnight, and then what could she know, sir? Go on, go on. _Place_. Alack-a-day, madam, when I mention trade, I only mean low, dull, mechanick trade, such as the canaille practise; there are several trades reputable enough, which people of fashion may practise; such as gaming, intriguing, voting, and running in debt. _Trap_. Come, enter a servant, and whisper my lord. [_Enter a_ Servant.] Pray, sir, mind your cue of entrance. [_Exit_ Servant. _Place_. Ladies, a particular affair obliges me to lose so good company. I am your most obedient servant. [_Exit_. _Mrs M_. He is a prodigious fine gentleman. _Miss M_. But must I go into keeping, mama? _Mrs M_. Child, you must do what's in fashion. _Miss M_. But I have heard that's a naughty thing. _Mrs M_. That can't be if your betters do it; people are punished for doing naughty things, but people of quality are never punished; therefore they never do any naughty things. _Fust_. An admirable syllogism, and quite in character. _Trap_. Pshaw, dear sir! don't trouble me with character; it's a good thing; and if it's a good thing, what signifies who says it?--Come, enter the mayor drunk. _Enter_ Mayor. _May_. Liberty and property, and no excise, wife. _Mrs M_. Ah! filthy beast, come not near me. _May_. But I will, though; I am for liberty and property; I'll vote for no courtiers, wife. _Mrs M_. Indeed, but you shall, sir. _Miss M_. I hope you won't vote for a nasty stinking Tory, papa. _May_. What a pox! are you for the courtiers too? _Miss M_. Yes, I hope I am a friend to my country; I am not for bringing in the pope. _May_. No, nor I an't for a standing army. _Mrs M_. But I am for a standing army, sir; a standing army is a good thing: you pretend to be afraid of your liberties and your properties--you are afraid of your wives and daughters: I love to see soldiers in the town; and you may say what you will, I know the town loses nothing by 'em. _May_. The women don't, I believe.