Mar. But 'tis very usual.——Dunce! Why do you let her stay so long? [Exit Pat. Re-enter with Calista. My best Calista! The charming'st Nymph of all Apollo's Train, let me Embrace thee!
Mr. Wellf. So, I suppose my Reception was preceeded like this. [Aside.]
Mar. Pray know this Lady, she is a Sister of ours.
Calista. She's big enough to be the Mother of the Muses. [Aside. Madam, your Servant.
Mrs. Wellf. Madam, yours. [Salute.
Mar. Now here's the Female Triumvirate; methinks 'twou'd be but civil of the Men to lay down their Pens for one Year, and let us divert the Town, but if we shou'd, they'd certainly be asham'd ever to take 'em up again.
Calis. From yours we expect Wonders.
Mar. Has any Celebrated Poet of the Age been lately to look over any of your Scenes, Madam?
Calis. Yes, yes, one that you know, and who makes that his pretence for daily Visits.
Mar. But I had rather see one dear Player than all the Poets in the Kingdom.