L. _Rod._ So well wrought, it may serve one in a Family for twenty
Generations.--Have you sold any Wedding Suits lately?

_Mer._ Yes, Madam, I sold a yellow and white Damask, lin'd with a Cherry
and blew Sattin, and a Goslin green Petticoat to Mrs. _Winifred Widgeon_
i'the Peak, that marry'd Squire _Hog_ o' _Darby_,--'twas her Grandmother
_Trott_'s Fancy.

L. _Rod._ Nay, those old Governants, that were Dames of Honour 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.