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 that
with the great Belly--Sir _Marmaduke Mortgage_'s Wife, that's come to Town
to buy Clouts, her Husband lost his Estate at Roly-poly.--She's mighty Big
indeed, I'm afraid she'll ha' two. Unless one cou'd find out some Plant of
a Husband, with Life and no Soul; a governable, drudging Creature, that
wou'd love, honour and obey his Wife; and know so little of his own
Prerogative, as to change his Name for her.

Mrs. _Lov._ Really, Madam, I'm o' your Opinion, I'd have Petticoat-
Government pass thro' the Nation; the Ladies shou'd possess the Estates,
and make their Husbands a Jointure.

L. _Rod._ While a Woman o' Fortune remains unmarry'd, she's a Petty-Queen;
Lovers innumerable trace her Steps; each Coxcomb thinks to be the happy
Man, and ev'ry were her Presence makes a Court--but when her Reason's once