Pas. Sir, I never Pollute my Productions with Invectives against the Fair. I am to the best of my poor Abilities, their constant Advocate. he, he, he, he. (laughing & Mimicking him).
Grin. Why then I am your Friend to perpetuity: as to other Characters you may take what Liberty you please with them. there is Hydra an Admiral Character— he pretends to Taste— but he is ignorant as— dear Sir I can furnish you with a thousand such ridiculous Wretches so that you need not have recourse to the Ladies.
Pas: Sir I shall take particular Notice of Your Advice, and follow it implicitly. and shall be Obliged to you for a few Characters.
Grin. I’ll send them to you depend upon it, your Servant (turns to the Company) this Pasquin is a very Sensible Fellow, and I believe will Please the Public— for he minds what the Iudicious say to him.
Enter Sir Roger Ringwood.
Sr. Rog: Haux, haux, haux! hido, hido. Iack Hydra, yours.— What is this ancient Chorus begun yet? this Farce after the manner of Aristotle and all the Heathen Gods.— Zounds I am come twenty Miles, from a red-hot-Fox Chace, on purpose to see it. What the Devil is this Hotch-Potch? a Pantomime, or a Tragedy? I believe I shall Salute it with a Seranade— tip it dead Hollow Haux, haux, dead, dead, dead & damned— but who is this Pasquin?
Hyd: If you please I’ll introduce you to him.
Sr. Rog: With all my heart.
Hyd: Sir this is the famous Sr. Roger Ringwood. a five bottle Man I assure you; remarkable for his Taste in dramatic Performances, & the loudest Voice that ever damn’d a Play.
Sr. Rog: Hem (Hems very loud) yes I have pretty good Lungs. hido, hido!