Brill. Dear Creature come on. Lord I have Sat upon the Stage a hundred times (pulls her on) and if they should take us for some of the Characters in the Farce. I vow I should be glad of it.
Bob: Upon Honour so Should I.
Bash. O Lud, I should instantly faint away if they took me for an Actress.
Brill. Ha— ha— ha— O Lud I protest there’s Sr. Conjecture Possitive. in the Musick Place.
Bash. Upon Honour so he is.
Brill. Sr: Conjecture your Servant, won’t you come up to Us? we’ll make Room for You.
Sr. Conjecture in the Musick Room.
Sr. Con: Miss your humble I am afraid so many of us upon the Stage will offend the Audience.
Brill. O not at all, It is in the Bills that the Town are to Sit upon the Stage, & sure Sir Conjecture the World must Allow you to be a Principall Character amongst Us.
Sr. Con: The World is very kind Madam. I’ll do my Self the Honour to attend you.