Ter. Shu, a State-Trick, first taken up by Women of Quality, and now run into Ridicule, by all the little common Devils of the Town; and is only a Trap for a [Termer], a small new rais’d Officer, or a City Cully, where they baul out their eighteen Pence in Baudy, and filthy Nonsense, to the disturbance of the whole House, and the King’s Peace: the Men of Quality have forsaken it.
Oliv. What think you of the Mall?
Ter. As too publick to end an Intrigue; our Affairs require a Conquest as sudden as that of Cæsar, who came, saw and overcame.
Oliv. ’Tis true, besides there’s so many Cruisers, we shall never board a Prize. What think you of the Church?
Ter. An hypocritical Shift; of all Masks I hate that of Religion; and it shou’d be the last place I’d wish to meet a Lover in, unless to marry him.
Oliv. And, Faith, that’s the last thing a Lover shou’d do, but we are compell’d to haste, ’tis our last Refuge; if we cou’d but see and like our Men, the business were soon dispatcht.—Let me see—Faith, e’en put on Breeches too, and thus disguis’d seek our Fortune—I am within these three days to be fetch’d from Hackney School, where my Father believes me still to be, and thou in that time to be marry’d to the old Gentleman; Faith, resolve—and let’s in and dress thee—away, here’s my Lady—
They run out.
[ Scene II.] [A Chamber.]
Enter Mirtilla and Mrs. Manage.
Mir. Ah, let me have that Song again.