1 Mrs. BROWN. Can we get in, old lady, pray, To fee him robe himself to-day? Mrs. Sco T. Can you direct us, dame? OLD WOMAN. Endeavour, TROY could not ftand a fiege for ever. Mrs. BROW N. Go thy ways, Proverbs-well-fhe's gone- Mrs. So T. Perdigious! I can hardly stand, Good God! my cardinal and fack MAN. I, madam! no,—indeed, I fear You'll meet with fome misfortune here. Stand back, I fay pray, fir, forbear Why, don't you fee the ladies there? Mrs. S c o. T. You're very kind, fir; truly few And you'll be always sure to meet Mercy what's all this noife and ftir? Pray is the KING a coming, fir? MAN. No don't you hear the people fhout! 'Tis Mr. PITT, just going OUT. Mrs. BROW N. Aye, there he goes, pray heav'n bless him! Well may the people all carefs him. Lord, how my hufband us'd to fit, And drink fuccefs to honest PITT, And happy o'er his evening cheer, Cry, you shall pledge this toaft, my dear. MAN. Hift-filence-don't you hear the drumming? Mrs. BRO W N. Which is the King? Mrs. Sco T. Which is the coach? SCOTCH MAN. Which is the noble EARL OF BUTE, MAN. MAN. Here comes the Coach, so very slow And ftaggering under its own weight. Mrs. S com Upon my word, its monstrous fire ! Mrs. BROWN. So painted, gilded, and fo large, And fo it is look how it reels! 'Tis nothing elsea barge on wheels. MAN. Large! it can't pals St. James's gate, So big the coach, the arch fo ftrait. Who'd undertake (and no rare thing) Without a head, to drive the king. Mrs. S c o T. Lard! what are those two ugly things With naked breafts, and faces fwell'd ? VOL. I. Rr MAN. MAN. Oh! they are Gods, Ma'm, which you see, Tritons, which in the ocean dwell, And only rife to blow their fhell. Mrs. Sco T. Gods, d'ye call those filthy men ? Mrs. BRO W N. And what are they? thofe hindmoft things, Oh, they are Gods too, like the others, Creatures, which feldom come a-fhore, For Show, they wear the yellow Hue, Mrs. Sco T. Lord blefs us! what's this noife about? Lord, what a tumult and a rout! How the folks holla, hifs, and hoot! Well-Heav'n preferve the EARL OF BUTE! I cannot ftay, indeed, not I, If there's a riot I thall die. Let's make for any house we can, Do give us fhelter, honeft man. Mrs. BROWN. I wonder'd where you was, my dear, I could ་ I could not think where you was got, The SCHOOL for WOMEN. [Concluded from our laft.] ACT III. SCENE 1.7 An Apartment at MELISSA's. Enter PHYLLIS. MELISSA, elegantly dreffed. EL MELISSA. WE LL, Phyllis, what do you think of me now? PHYLL I S. Really, madam, your ladyship can't poffibly look better. You have made me employ fo much time, and take so much pains, that the most difficult beauty might be glad of your ladyfhip's drefs, for a model. Pray, madam, tell me, are you going to a ball? or at what agreeable party do you propose to eclipse all that fhall dare to difpute the prize of beauty? MELIS S: A. No, Phyllis, I am not going to any ball, -I don't sup abroad I ftay at home. PHYLL I S. At home, madam! I don't understand you. MELISSA. You will presently, when I tell you all this preparation of ornament is the confequence of the leffons I received Rr 2 |