_Mrs M_. What signifies what he is in his heart? have not a hundred, whom everybody knows to be as great Jacobites as he, acted like very good whigs? What has a man's heart to do with his lips? I don't trouble my head with what he thinks; I only desire him to vote. _Miss M_. I am sure mama is a very reasonable woman. _Mrs M_. Yes, I am too reasonable a woman, and have used gentle methods too long; but I'll try others. [_Goes to a corner of the stage and takes a stick_. _May_. Nay, then, liberty and property, and no excise! [_Runs off_. _Mrs M_. I'll excise you, you villain! [_Runs after him_. _Miss M_. Hey ho! I wish somebody were here now. Would the man that I love best in the world were here, that I might use him like a dog! _Fust_. Is not that a very odd wish, Mr Trapwit? _Trap_. No, sir; don't all the young ladies in plays use all their lovers so? Should we not lose half the best scenes in our comedies else? _Promp_. Pray, gentlemen, don't disturb the rehearsal so: where is this servant? [_Enter_ Servant.] Why don't you mind your cue? _Serv_. Oh, ay, dog's my cue. Madam, here's Miss Stitch, the taylor's daughter, come to wait on you. _Miss M_. Shew her in. What can the impertinent flirt want with me? She knows I hate her too for being of the other party: however, I'll be as civil to her as I can. [_Enter_ Miss STITCH.] Dear miss! your servant; this is an unexpected favour. _Miss S_. I am sure, madam, you have no reason to say so; for, though we are of different parties, I have always coveted your acquaintance. I can't see why people may not keep their principles to themselves. [_Aside_. _Miss M_. Pray, miss, sit down. Well, have you any news in town? _Miss S_. I don't know, my dear, for I have not been out these three days; and I have been employed all that time in reading one of the "Craftsmen:" 'tis a very pretty one; I have almost got it by heart. _Miss M_. [_Aside_.] Saucy flirt! she might have spared that to me when she knows that I hate the paper. _Miss S_. But I ask your pardon, my dear; I know you never read it. _Miss M_. No, madam, I have enough to do to read the "Daily Gazetteer." My father has six of 'em sent him every week for nothing: they are very pretty papers, and I wish you would read them, miss. _Miss S_. Fie upon you! how can you read what's writ by an old woman? _Miss M_. An old woman, miss? _Miss S_. Yes, miss, by Mrs Osborne. Nay, it is in vain to deny it to me. _Miss M_. I desire, madam, we may discourse no longer on this subject; for we shall never agree on it. _Miss S_. Well, then, pray let me ask you seriously--are you thoroughly satisfied with this peace? _Miss M_. Yes, madam, and I think you ought to be so too. _Miss S_. I should like it well enough if I were sure the queen of Spain was to be trusted.