SCAN. Yes, I have a poet weighing words, and selling praise for
praise, and a critic picking his pocket. I have another large piece
too, representing a school, where there are huge proportioned
critics, with long wigs, laced coats, Steinkirk cravats, and
terrible faces; with cat-calls in their hands, and horn-books about
their necks. I have many more of this kind, very well painted, as
you shall see.

MRS FRAIL. Well, I'll come, if it be but to disprove you.


SCENE XIV.


[To them] JEREMY.

JERE. Sir, here's the steward again from your father.

VAL. I'll come to him--will you give me leave? I'll wait on you
again presently,

MRS FRAIL. No; I'll be gone. Come, who squires me to the Exchange?
I must call my sister Foresight there.

SCAN. I will: I have a mind to your sister.

MRS FRAIL. Civil!

TATT. I will: because I have a tendre for your ladyship.