Letit. Alas! I am bankrupt of these, and forced to turn Beggar myself.——There he is!—how shall I catch his attention?
Mask. Will you grant me no favour?
Letit. Yes, one—I'll make you my Partner—not for life, but through the soft mazes of a minuet.—Dare you dance?
Doric. Some spirit in that.
Mask. I dare do any thing you command.
Doric. Do you know her, my Lord?
Mask. No: Such a woman as that, would formerly have been known in any disguise; but Beauty is now common—Venus seems to have given her Cestus to the whole sex.
A Minuet.
Doric. (during the Minuet) She dances divinely.—(When ended) Somebody must know her! Let us enquire who she is.
[Exit.