Bash. Pray Miss Brilliant do you know who this Pasquin is?
Brill. Yes Child; he is one of the Heathen Gods; Iupiter’s Grandfather. You may read a particular Account of him my dear, in Homer, or Milton, or any of the Greek Poets (pulls out a Bill of the Farce) well I vow its a Whimsicall Bill this; a charming Puff. Lud where’s Sir Conjecture? I suppose he can give us a particular Account of it. for he knows every thing.
Hyd: You mean Miss he pretends to know every thing..
Brill. Why that is as Pleasant to him Mr. Hydra, as if he really had knowledge, he is a strange conceited Coxcomb to be sure, but entertaining. I wonder his Character was never introduced upon the Stage, he is a most ridiculous Fellow.
Enter Sr. Conjecture
Sr. Con: Ha— ha— ha— who is that dear Miss is a ridiculous Fellow.
Omn: Ha— ha— ha—
Brill: O Lud, I hope he did not here me (apart)
Omn: Ha— ha— ha,
Brill: Why this— a— a— Macklin, Macklin,— or Pasquin— or Drawcansir— or who ever it was that writ this Play Bill.