L. _Rod._ Now, Cozen, we have dispatch'd these necessary Animals; pray,
tell me how the Town relishes my Appearance.

Mrs. _Lov._ Your Ladyship's inimitable Graces, and our vast Successes
abroad are the Topicks that furnish all Conversation; one Lady cries at
the gilt Chariot, another swoons at the prancing Horses; and my old Lady
_Lack-it_, swears you have so handsom a Set of Foot-men, the dreams of
nothing else; then your Ladyship's Furniture is most surprizing, ev'ry
thing was so admir'd, and handl'd last Visiting-day, the Ladies left
little of it behind 'em.

L. _Rod. Bagatelle_! Ladies steal from one another, not for the Value of
the thing, but to make an Alteration in their Closets.--But what do the
Malitious say, am I envy'd, Cozen, I wou'd n't ha' the Fatigue of an
Estate, unless I cou'd make the World uneasie about it.

Mrs. _Lov._ Oh! Spleen, Spleen, Madam, to the last Degree--my Lady
_Testy_ has tore fifty Fans about you, broke all her China, and beat her
Foot-man's Eye out; she says, 'tis a burning Shame, you monopolize all the
Fellows in the Town; and truly, there's a Statute against ingrossing.--My
Lady _Prudence Maxim_, cries, _A fine Estate is a fine Thing, finely
manag'd, but to overdo at first, to undo at last_. And Mrs. _Indigo_, the
Merchant's Wife, says, _If you knew the getting on't, you wou'd n't spend
it so fast_.

L. _Rod._ I have six thousand a Year, and resolve to live single, and
enjoy it; I have made the Tour of _Italy_ and _France_, have given my self
the Accomplishment of both Sexes, and design to Visit, Game, Revel, dust
the Park, haunt the Theatres, and out-flutter e'er a Fop i'the Nation; and
I know not why a Lady that has the best Estate i'the County shou'd n't
represent 'em in Parliament.

Mrs. _Lov._ But launching out too far, Madam, may draw Reflections on your
Conduct, the English Ladies are more reserv'd than Foreigners.

L. _Rod._ The English Ladies! Shall a Corner of _Europe_ teach me
Decorums, that have travers'd the whole. The French Ladies admire my
Gayety; the Italians are ravish'd with my Grandeur, and if the English
Ladies do blame my Conduct, who values the Censure of a little Island.--
Oh! what Transports do I feel, to provoke the Eyes and Whispers of the
Multitude,--Whose Equipage is that--My Lady _Rodomont_'s?--Whose
Visiting-day is it--My Lady _Rodomont_'s?--Who bespoke the Play to Night--
My Lady _Rodomont_?--But when she's once marry'd--What "Gentlewoman's th