Hyd: I can’t see her;— unless that be She with the White teeth that laughs so heartily, and is playing with her Fan.
Sr. Conj. I believe that is She; yes, yes, that is she I am Possitive, for she blushes at Our Speaking of her, but we shall put her out of Countenance.— Ladies we should not let the Audience so far into the Secret; it will not be fair;— come let us Step into the Green Room for a Moment— I want to have a little Chat with this Pasquin.
Brill: Miss Bashfull come Child we’ll go into the Green Room. were you ever there.
Bash: Never Madam.
Brill: Come then I’ll shew it you.
Bash: O with all my heart— I long to See the Green Room; I have often heard of it— they say the Actresses paint Prodigiously— I shou’d like of all things to see them near.
Sr. Con: Come Ladies if you please I’ll Introduce you.
Exeunt.
Enter Pasquin.
Pas: So there they go,— the choice Spirits, the Infalibles, who preside at all Public Diversions; and on whom the Fate of Pasquin this Night depends.