_Nic._ Now, now, Madam, and the fat India Women from all Parts o'the Town
do croud and scold like a Parcel of Fish-Wives at a Mackrel-Boat--Mrs.
_Trapes_ in _Leadenhall_ Street is hawling away the Umbrellas for the
walking Gentry, Mrs. _Kanister_ in _Hatton Garden_, buys up all the course
Bohee-Tea for the _Holborn_ Ladies Breakfasts, and Mrs. _Furnish_ at St.
_James_'s has order'd Lots of Fans, and China, and India Pictures to be
set by for her, 'till she can borrow Mony to pay for 'em.----But, Madam, I
ha' brought you a couple of the prettiest Parrokeets, and the charming'st
Monkey for my Lady that ever was seen; a Coster-monger's Wife kiss'd it,
burst into Tears, and said, 'Twas so like an only Child she had just
bury'd. I thought the poor Woman wou'd ha' swoon'd away.

Mrs. _Lov_. Thank you good Mr. _Nicknack_.

_Nick_. But, Madam, have you told my Lady, what a violent Inflammation I
have about her?

Mrs. _Lov_. She's now at Cards with the _Collonel_, and next to the new
Monkey you'll be the welcom'st Creature alive to her.--Sweet Major excuse
me, for I must run to my dear Parrokeets. [_Exit._

_Bra_. Prithee, Friend, what Beau-maggot has thy Pericranium lately bred
to give thee pretensions to Lady _Rodomont_?

_Nick_. And pray, _Major_; what prejudice have the Ladies done you, that
you shou'd revenge it by offering 'em your disagreeable self? For he that
murmus at so good a Queen, must certainly be disaffected to the whole Sex.

_Bra_. Do'st thou imagine a Woman of sense that has seen he great Court of
_France_, and visited Madam _de Trollop_, Madam _de Frippery_, and Madam
_de Twangdillion_, where Ladies are great Politicians, and talk of
Ramparts, Bastions, and Aqueducts will prefer thy Parrots and Jack-daws to
a Man of Politicks, whom the Prince of _Conti_ consulted about the Kingdom
of _Poland_. Monsieur _Chamillard_ about the late Invasion.

_Nick._ I can't suppose, _Major_, a Lady of her Intellects, will fling her
self away on a Grumbletonian, to have her Estate confiscated, receive
Visits in the _Gate-house_, when her Husband's clapt up for Treason, and
afterwards quarrel with the Heralds about the length of her Veil, when her
Spouse made his _Exit_ at _Tyburn_.

_Bra_. Why ha'st thou the assurance to despise Heroes that die in a State
Cause, St. _Charnock_, and St. _Gregg_; these were Men that made a noise
i'the World, whose Names are in ev'ry News Paper, and let the Cause be
what it will, I hono