_Mar._ Ay, he understands Breeding, and Decorum. Is my Dress in great disorder?
_Mar._ Hold the Glass; give me some Patches; my Box is done; I am much oblig'd to his Lordship for this Honour. Some Powder. (_Pulls the Box out of her Pocket._ Put my Gown to rights, and shake my Tail. The unmannerly Blockheads have made a Road over it, and left the vile Impression of their Nauseous Feet. Well, how do I look now, _Patty_?
_Pat._ Like one of the Graces, drest for a Ball at the Court of _Orleans_.
_Mar._ Ha, ha, ha; well said, _Patty_; now for my dear dear Lord _Whiffle_.
_Mar._ And how too! why, look ye, Mr. _Awdwell_, my Lord is come to pay his Respects to me; and I will pay my Respects again to my Lord, in spight of your Tyrannical Pretensions. And so, your humble Servant.
Mr. Awd. _Who wou'd a kind and certain Mistress choose, Let him, like me, take one that loves a Muse._
_Enter my Lord_ Whiffle, Marsilia, _Mr._ Awdwell, _Mr._ Praisall, _Mrs._ Wellfed _and_ Calista.
Mrs. _Well._ For my part I am quite tir'd, and have a great mind to steal home to Dinner; will you please to go with me, Madam?
_Cal._ With all my Heart: _Marsilia_'s so taken up with my Lord, they'll never miss us.
[Marsilia _and my Lord_ Whiffle _talk, both looking in a great Glass_.
_Mar._ Thus I have told your Lordship the First part, which is past.
L. _Whif._ I conceive you, Madam, I have the whole Story in a Corner of my head intire, where no other Thought shall presume to interpose. Confound me, if my damn'd Barber has not made me look like a Mountebank: This Wigg I shall never endure, that's certain.
_Mar._ Now I must beg your Lordship to suppose _Fastin_ having seen his Mother-in-Law, is wholly captivated with her Charms, and _Betty_ and she have both foresworn the Consummation of her Marriage with _Fastin's_ Father; so he takes her to an adjacent Castle of his; she having cast the old Philosopher in a deep sleep. I'm forc't to tell your Lordship this, because the Play does not mention it.
Mr. _Awd._ I am afraid your Ladyship will be wanted, like the _Chorus_ of Old, to enlighten the understanding of the Audience.
_Mar._ Meer Malice, Spight, and burning Malice, by the Gods!
L. _Whiff._ Very good, my Coat is as full of wrinkles as an Old Woman's Face, by _Jove_.