Sr. Con: It is a Puff, a Puff— a Puff, a very good Puff upon Honour, like Woodward’s lick at the Town last year. I am afraid tho’ All the Wit of the Author is in the Bill, ha, ha, ha.
Omn: Ha, ha, ha.
Brill: Now upon Honour I like it for it’s Novelty.
Bob: And upon Honour I shall damn it for it’s Novelty, ev’ry Man in his Humour as the Play says.
Hyd: Ha, ha, well said Bob.
Brill: But the Pit, Boxes and Gallery’s doing their parts for their Diversion, that’s what puzzles me.
Hyd: Lord, that’s all a Puff. he’ll have some body upon the Stage to represent them.
Sr. Con: No, no, no, you are out, you are out, he is to have one of the Actors in the Pitt; who is to Speak from thence— See there— there he is the very Actor— You may See him from hence— he sits next to that very handsome Gentleman that looks like a Iew’s Bastard.
Omn: Ha, ha, ha— I see him, I see him.
Sr. Con: And there’s one of the Actresses some where or other in the Front Boxes;— She’s a New Woman— very handsome they say, one Miss Tweezeldon. I wish we cou’d find her out.