_Bram._ Better be suckl'd in _Greenland_ than in _Essex_; a _Wolf's_ a
nobler Creature than a _Calf_; for now young Fellows are so nicely bred,
so fondl'd, and so furbelow'd with Follies, they scarce retain the Species
of a Man; for my part, I have Magick in my Looks, I have frighted a
High-Priest into Quakerism; converted a _Jew_ to no Religion at all, and
possess'd Squire _Lacy_ with a Spirit of Prophetick Lying; I can turn a
Justice of Peace into a _Jack-Daw_, a Citizen into any tame kind of Beast,
and an old fadling Judge into a fidgetting Dry-Nurse--But I find, Madam,
you are got into a Beau-Chat, where my rough Language is as disagreeable,
as martial Musick at _White_'s Chocolate-House; tho', were I a Lady of a
great Estate, I'd show as great Sagacity in despising the Fops, and think
my Fortune prodigiously repaid in the Affections of so renown'd a Person
as _Major-Bramble_. [_Exit._

_All._ Ha, ha, ha.

La. _Rod._ Oh Mr. _Nicknack_! I hear the _Bauble-Frigot_'s in the River,
I'm on Tip-toes to see what's imported: Are the Catalogues out yet?

_Nick._ Your Ladyship is set down for the whole Cargo, to select where you
please, tho' the Ladies teize me as much for new Fancies, as your good for
nothing Actresses do a Poet for Parts, at the disposal of a new Comedy;
and I protest Madam, I find it as difficult to get Goods fast enough, as a
Woman that Lies in ev'ry Year does to get God-fathers.

La. _Rod_. Pray, Mr. _Nicknack,_ what Demands have the Ladies made on you.

_Nick_ My Lady _Swine-love_ has bespoke a Dozen of _Bermudas_ Pigs; my
Lady _Noisy_ a screaming Parrot; my Lady _Squelch_ a _Dutch_ Mastiff; my
Lady _Hoyden-tail_ a Cat o' Mountain; Mrs. _Tireman_ a large Baboon, and