Mrs. Wellf. Marsilia shews her Folly, in laughing at what she don't understand. Faith, Madam, I must own my ignorance, I can go no further than the eight Parts of Speech.
Calist. Then I cannot but take the Freedom to say, you, or whoever writes, imposes upon the Town.
Mrs. Wellf. 'Tis no imposition, Madam, when ev'ry Body's inclination's free to like, or dislike a thing.
Calist. Your Pardon, Madam.
Prais. How's this? Whilst I am making Love, I shall have my two Heroines wage War. Ladies, what's your Dispute?
Mrs. Wellf. Not worth appealing to a Judge, in my Opinion.
Calista. I'll maintain it with my Life. Learning is absolutely necessary to all who pretend to Poetry.
Mrs. Wellf. We'll adjourn the Argument, Marsilia shall hear the Cause.
Prais. Ay, if you can perswade her to hold her Tongue so long.
Mrs. Wellf. I wish I cou'd engage you two in a Latin Dispute, Mr. Praiseall, and you shou'd tell how often the Lady breaks Pris—Pris—What's his Name? His Head, you know.