ament, that you receive no more pieces, Mrs. Parly.

_Parly._ 'Tis provided by the same act, that you send no more messages
by me, good Colonel; you must not presume to send any more letters,
unless you can pay the postage.

_Colonel S._ Come, come, don't be mercenary; take example by your lady,
be honourable.

_Parly._ A-lack-a-day, sir, it shows as ridiculous and haughty for us to
imitate our betters in their honour, as in their finery; leave honour to
nobility that can support it: we poor folks, Colonel, have no pretence
to't; and truly, I think, sir, that your honour should be cashiered with
your leading-staff.

_Colonel S._ 'Tis one of the greatest curses of poverty to be the jest
of chambermaids!

_Enter_ LUREWELL.

_Lady L._ Here's the packet, Colonel; the whole magazine of love's
artillery. [_Gives him the Packet._

_Colonel S._ Which, since I have gained, I will turn upon the enemy.
Madam, I'll bring you the news of my victory this evening. Poor Sir
Harry, ha! ha! ha! [_Exit._

_Lady L._ To the right about as you were; march, Colonel. Ha! ha! ha!
Vain man, who boasts of studied parts and wiles!
Nature in us, your deepest art beguiles,
Stamping deep cunning in our frowns and smiles.
You toil for art, your intellects you trace;
Woman, without a thought, bears policy in her face. [_Exeunt._

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

CLINCHER JUNIOR'S _Lodgings_.

_Enter_ CLINCHER JUNIOR, _opening a Letter_; SERVANT _following_.

_Clinch. jun._ [Reads.] _Dear Brother--I will see you presently: I have
sent this lad to wait on you; he can instruct you in the fashions of the
town. I am your affectionate brother_, CLINCHER.
Very well; and what's your name, sir?

_Dicky._ My name is Dicky, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ Dicky!

_Dicky._ Ay, Dicky, sir.

_Clinch. jun._ Very well; a pretty name! And what can you do, Mr. Dicky?

_Dicky._ Why, sir, I can powder a wig, and pick up a whore.

_Clinch. jun._ Oh, lord! Oh, lord! a whore! Why, are there many in this
town?

_Dicky._ Ha! ha! ha! many! there's a question, indeed!----Harkye, sir;
do you see that woman there, in the pink cloak and white feathers.

_Clinch. jun._ Ay, sir! what then?

_Dicky._ Why, she shall be at your service in three minutes, as I'm a
pimp.

_Clinch. jun._ Oh, Jupiter Ammon! Why, she's a gentlewoman.

_Dicky._ A gentlewoma