strong faith often deprives People of their Senses.

_Nick._ Nay, Madam, I have frequently told monstrous Stories, 'till I ha'
believ'd 'em my self.

L. _Rod._ We'll step into the next Room, I have a Fellow too that has the
best Puritanical Face you ever saw; but the Society o'the Livery has
secur'd him from ever being a Saint.
[_Exeunt_

SCENE, _Lady_ Tossup's.

_Enter Lady_ Tossup, _and Mrs._ Flimsy.

_Flim._ Madam, the Major desires the Honour of kissing your Ladyship's
Hands.

_L. Toss._ The Major, _Flimsy!_ What Major? Major _Bramble_; What business
can the Major have with me?

_Flim._ Perhaps, Madam, he's come to pretend to your Ladyship. I have
often caught him rolling his Eyes at your Ladyship, and several times
o'late, he has watch'd above an Hour at the Tabernacle Door to see your
Ladyship come out.

L. _Toff._ It may be so? but he's old, _Flimsy_.

_Flim._ He's not quite Fifty, Madam, and they say, He has his Health very
well.

L. _Toss._ Nay, he's rich; but, I hear, he makes Love to Lady _Rodomont_;
if he slights her for me, I shall receive him more candidly to be reveng'd
on her for affronting me in the _Park_--Pray _Flimsy_ introduce him.

_Enter_ Bramble.

A Visit, Major, from a Person of your incessant Negotiations, and refin'd
Politicks is a Grace so peculiar, that I want Assurance to receive it, and
Capacity to acknowledge it.

_Bram._ 'Tis for my Improvement, Madam, to address a Lady whose superiour
Talents so much excel those Politicks, her condescending Goodness pleases
to commend in me. The great Monarch o'_France_ thinks it his int'rest on
ev'ry nice point o'State to visit the greater Madam _Maintenon_.

L. _Toss._ [_aside_] Nay, I always read the Votes, and can tell what
_nemine contradicente_ means. I vow the Major's Oratory is extravagantly
well dress'd! I wonder, Sir, your transcending Abilities are not more
taken notice of at Court! Methinks you shou'd be sent Ambassadour
Extraordinary to some magnanimous Prince in _Terra Incognita_; for I'm
certain, you must understand more Languages than were ever heard of.

_Bram._ Int'rest, Madam, as much depresses true Merit, as a flutt'ring
Assurance over pow'rs real Beauty, otherwise my Intellects might shine as
much above modern Statesmen as your Ladyship's Person wou'd out sparkle
Lady _Rodomont_'s.

L. _Toss._ D'you really think, Major, my Personage more complete than my
Lady's?

_Bram._ Madam, there's no more c