to Queen
_Bess_, make their Daughters appear as monstrous in this Age, as they
themselves did in that.--Well, Mr. _Farendine_, when you have any thing
slight and pretty, let me see it. [_To the Manto-Maker_] Mrs. _Flounce_,
this Sleeve is most abominably cut.

_Mant. Mak._ Madam, 'tis exacly the Shape of my Lady _Snipe's_, and she s
allow'd to be the Pink o'the Mode.

L. _Rod._ My Lady _Snipe_, who ever heard of her?

Mrs. _Lov._ Oh! Madam, that's the over-dress'd Lady in _Fuller's Rents_,
the first in _England_, that wore Flow'rs in her Hair; She has 5000_l._
indeed, but they say 'tis in bad Hands, and the Town has neglected her
these ten Years.

L. _Rod._ And wou'd you have me appear like a Turn-stile Creature? why
d'you work for such Trumpery? have you not Business enough from Court.

_Mant. Mak._ Truly, Madam, I'm glad to accept of a Gown from any Body; for
the Ladies, now-a-days, are grown so saving, they make all their
Petticoats themselves.

L. _Rod._ Don't you work into the City too?

_Mant. Mak._ Yes, Madam, I have eleven Gowns to finish against Sunday, for
very good Customers, and very religious People.

L. _Rod._ Religious People! This Creature is so employ'd by the
_Canaille_, I shall have my Cloths cut to pieces, dear Cozen, let _Buda_
make me a Suit with Expedition, I'll present this to the Play-House.

_Semp._ Does your Ladyship like your Head, Madam?

L. _Rod._ The Lace, Mrs. _Taffety_, is so course and so heavy, I'm ready
to sink beneath the weight of it.

_Semp._ Madam, 'tis right _Mechlin_, cost me Six Guineas a Yard, and I
bought it too of a Merchant, that has smuggl'd many a hundred Pounds
worth.

L. _Rod._ There you please me, English People are extremely fond of what's
forbid, we commonly obey our Parents, and the Government much a-like; and
tho' the State prohibits _Flanders_ Lace, French Alamodes, and India
Sattins, we have 'em all by the way of _Holland_.--These Ruffles too are
so furiously starch'd, I shall throw People down as I move along.

_Semp._ The Ladies, Madam, love a stiff Ruffle, for shou'd the Wind blow
it aside, your Ladyship's Elbow might catch cold, but I'll slacken my Hand
i'the next.--Does your Ladyship want a very fine short Apron?

L. _Rod._ Women o' Quality, Mrs. _Taffety_ have left 'em off, and those
Ladies that do wear 'em, generally make 'em of their old Top-knots
[_to the India Woman_] Mrs. _Japan_, you are a Stranger here, I hav'n't
seen you since I pa