her self most highly honour'd to have an amorous Judge approach her with
his Tipstaff.

Mrs. _Lov._ Ay, Major, to have the State stand still, as if a Woman were
of mightier Moment wou'd sooth a Lady's Pride, 'twou'd be so pretty to
adjourn the Parliament when their Mistresses send for 'em to Picquet; and
were my Lady sensible how vast an Honour you design her, she certainly
wou'd own an equal Passion.

_Bra._ [_Aside_] I profess a very ingenious Woman, and cou'd I but be
satisfy'd, she were entirely in the French Int'rest, I I wou'd prefer her
to Madam _Maintenon's_ Cabinet Council, to consult about the next
Invasion.

_Enter_ Nicknack.

_Nic._ Oh! Mrs. _Lovejoy_, I have been hurry'd quite out of my Senses,
three more Ships are sail'd in upon me this Morning; the _Atlas_ Merchant
Man, Captain _Sunburnt_ Commander from the _East Indies_, the _Dighton_
Gally from the musty Islands, and the _Hankerchief_ Frigot from _Smirna_.

Mrs. _Lov._ Pray, Mr. _Nicknack_, when's the Sale?

_Nic._ Now, now, Madam, and the fat India Women from all Parts o'the Town
do croud and scold like a Parcel of Fish-Wives at a Mackrel-Boat--Mrs.
_Trapes_ in _Leadenhall_ Street is hawling away the Umbrellas for the
walking Gentry, Mrs. _Kanister_ in _Hatton Garden_, buys up all the course
Bohee-Tea for the _Holborn_ Ladies Breakfasts, and Mrs. _Furnish_ at St.
_James_'s has order'd Lots of Fans, and China, and India Pictures to be
set by for her, 'till she can borrow Mony to pay for 'em.----But, Madam, I