Mask. O dear, yes! I have found out fifty already.
Lady Grace. Pray who are they?
Mask. O, charming company! there's Lady Ramble——Lady Riot——Lady Kill-Care——Lady Squander——Lady Strip——Lady Pawn——and the Dutchess of Single-Guinea.
| Lord Town. Is it not hard, my dear! that people of sense and probity are sometimes forc'd to seem fond of such company? | Apart. |
| Lady Town. My Lord, it will always give me pain to remember their acquaintance, but none to drop it immediately. |
Lady Grace. But you have given us no account of the men, Madam. Are they good for any thing?
Mask. O yes! you must know, I always find out them by their endeavours to find out me.
Lady Grace. Pray who are they?
Mask. Why, for your men of tip-top wit and pleasure, about town, there's my Lord——Bite——Lord Arch-wag——Young Brazen-wit——Lord Timberdown——Lord Joint-Life——and——Lord Mortgage. Then for your pretty fellows only——there's Sir Powder-Peacock——Lord Lapwing——Billy Magpye——Beau Frightful——Sir Paul Plaster-crown, and the Marquis of Monkey-man.
Lady Grace. Right; and these are fine gentlemen that never want elbow-room at an assembly.
Mask. The rest I suppose, by their tawdry hired habits are tradesmens wives, inns-of-court beaus, Jews, and kept mistresses.