[Taking the Box.
3 Lady. Let me have one look more. Poor Creature! O cruel Fate, that Dogs are born to die.
[Exit weeping.
Gent. What a Scene is here! Are not the real and unavoidable Evils of Life sufficient, that People thus create themselves imaginary Woes?
Mast. These, Sir, are the Griefs of those that have no other. Did they once truly feel the real Miseries of Life, ten thousand Dogs might die without a Tear.
Enter a second Gentleman.
2 Gent. I want an Ivory Pocket-book.
Mast. Do you please to have it with Directions, or without?
2 Gent. Directions! what, how to use it?
Mast. Yes, Sir.