L. Rod. I hate those Shadows o' Men half finish'd.
Ind Wom. I must own the Substance of a Man well finish'd is much better,—but here's a Set o'Japan Cups will ravish your Ladyship, a Tradesman's Wife long'd, and miscarry'd about 'em.
L. Rod. I'm overstock'd with China, and they say 'tis grown so common.
I intend to sacrifice mine to my Monkey.
Ind. Wom. Nay, pray, my Lady, buy somewhat of me, you know I'm in great Tribulation, I trusted a couple of Trollops, that were turn'd out of the Play-House, for having too much Assurance for the Stage, and set up a little Shop in Spring Garden; and the bold Jades are gone a stroling Fifty Pounds in my Debt. Besides, I have just now a lazy Trull of a Daughter, that run away with a Foot Soldier, return'd big with the Lord knows what, and that's no small Charge to me, that am forc'd to pad it about for a Livelihood.
L. Rod. Well, you may leave a Pound of Powder.
Ind. Wom. [Aside.] A Pound of Powder, pox o'your Generosity, these great Ladies are grown as stingy as if they paid one ready Mony, were it not for a City-bubble now and then, I might e'en go dance with the Dogs in May-Fair.
L. Rod. [To the Toy-Man.] Mr. Gimcrack, what new Fancies have you brought this Morning?
Toy-M. A Pair of nice Genoa Gloves for your Ladyship, curiously made up in a gilt Wallnut Shell.
L. Rod A Wallnut Shell! they can't be large enough.
Toy-M. Madam, I sold six Pair to my Lady Strammell, and her Arm's nine Inches Diameter.