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