Bas. I, I, I, I,— Assure You Mr. Pasquin— I— I— I am mightily pleased with your Bill about A, a, aristo— pha— nes and— Paskee— in— des. and the Per— oration, I reckon they are very Comical— Your hble. Sr.
Pas: Your Servant Madam.
Bash: (To Miss Brilliant) Well I never Spoke to a Poet before! Lord how frightened I was.
Enter Miss Brilliant.
Lord Mr. Hydra, I should laugh if the Audience shou’d take me for one of the Actresses— but if they do I don’t care; for I am resolved I’ll See this Farce if I never See another.
Hyd: This Mr. Pasquin is the Sprightly Miss Brilliant, a Lady who pants to be acquainted with you; She is intimate with Mr. Garrick— is known to the Fool, corresponds with Sir Alexander Drawcansir, and has writ several Admired Inspectors.
Brill: Yes, Mr. Pasquin the World is kind enough to say my Friend Prometheus has given me a little Flame, a small Portion— A Spark— A Ray of the Etherial— that’s all. I wish you wou’d come and breakfast with me One Morning. I wou’d shew you a little thing that wou’d please you, it is but a Trifle;— but it is neat— something like Sapho— a Ia ne se quoi— Do you know the Inspector.
Pas: No Madam.
Brill: Nor the Fool.
Pas: No Madam.