, here's the
Respects of a Gudgeon t'you.

_Shr._ Ah! you're an arch Wag.

_Tott._ But, pray, Mr. _Shrimp_, where may a body buy a little Wit, my
Grand-mother charg'd me to get some; and, she says, bought Wit's best;
'tis a mighty scarce Commodity i'the Country; we have above two hundred
Gentlemen near us that never heard on't. Our Chaplain has a little, but
they say 'tis n't the right sort.

_Shr._ Mr. _Knapsack_ can furnish you with five or ten Pounds worth when
you please.

_Knap._ Mr. _Shrimp_, Master, has a much better Stock, but that you may
n't think I engross it to my self, as they say _Bull_ does Coffee, what I
have is at your Service.

_Tott._ Sir, my Service t'you again, [_drinks_] This is much better than
_Lincoln_ Ale, fegs.

_Knap._ What think you now, Master, of a pretty Wench to towze a little?

_Tott_. He, he, he, [_grins_] I don't know what you mean, Sir.

_Knap_. Had you never any pleasant Thoughts o'the Fair Sex.

_Tott_. I never lay with any Body but my Grand-mother; when she was in a
good humour, she'd tickle a Body sometimes, but if she never meddl'd mith
me, I never meddl'd with her.

_Knap_. A sapless old Hen, you might as well have lain with a
Paring-Shovel; but what think you of a young Woman, that's warm, tender
and inviting.

_Shr_. By this Light, here's _Betty_ the Orange Woman from the Play-house.

_Enter_ Betty. [_They_ rise

_Bett_. Ah! you Devils are you here, why did n't you come into the Pit to
night, and eat an Orange,--who have you got with you, by my lost
Maidenhead, a meer Country Widgeon, you sly Toads will bubble him finely;
let me go snacks, or I'll discover it. Come, Fellows, drink about;
positively it's very cold, fitting so behind at the Box Doors.

_Shr_. Honest _Betty_, here's Success to thee in ev'ry thing.

_Bett_. Ay, Faith, but there's little to do this Winter yet, now the
Officers are come over, I hope, to have full Trade; I have had but one
poor Shilling giv'n me to Night, and that was for carrying a Note from a
Baronet in the Side Box to a Citizens Wife in the Gall'ry; but there was
no harm in't, 'twas only to treat with her here by and by, about borrowing
a hundred Pound of her Husband upon the Reversion of a Parsonage.
[_To_ Knap.] Red Coat your Inclinations. [_To_ Tott.] Sir, prosperity
t'you, you are got into hopeful Company.

_Tott_. Thank you, Mrs. _Betty._

_Shr_. Prithee _Betty_ give us a Song.

_Bett_. A Song, Pigsneyes, why,