Mr. Pink. But I mean, the Laws?
Mr. Johns. How to avoid its Penalty only. The Men are quite tir'd with him, for you shall generally see him oagling after the Women. He makes a shift to saunter away his Hours till the Play begins; after you shall be sure to behold his ill-favour'd Phyz, peeping out behind the Scenes, at both Houses.
Mr. Pink. What, at one time?
Mr. Johns. No, Faith, 'tis his moving from one House to 'tother takes up his time, which is the Commodity sticks of his Hands, for he has neither Sense nor Patience to hear a Play out.
Mr. Pink. I have enough of him, I thank you Sir.
Calista. How d'ye Madam? [To Mrs. Wellfed.
Mrs. Wellf. At your Service, Madam.
Calista. Marsilia committed me to the Care of Mr. Praiseall; but more powerful Charms have robb'd me of my Gallant.
Mrs. Wellf. I thank Heav'n, I'm big enough to take care of myself. Indeed to neglect a young pretty Lady, expose her unmask'd amongst a Company of wild Players, is very dangerous.
Calist. Unmask'd! Humph! I'll be ev'n with you for that. [Aside. Madam, I have read all your excellent Works, and I dare say, by the regular Correction, you are a Latinist, tho' Marsilia laught at it.