book)_ enter Sir Richard Ixion,--but stay,--zounds, Sir Richard ought
to overhear Jupiter and his wife quarrelling,--but, never mind,--these
accidents have spoilt the division of my piece.--So enter Sir Richard,
and look as cunning as if you had overheard them. Now for it,
gentlemen,--you can't be too attentive.

"_Enter_ Sir RICHARD IXION _completely dressed, with bag, sword,
&c._

"_Ix._

'Fore George, at logger-heads,--a lucky minute,
'Pon honor, I may make my market in it.
Dem it, my air, address, and mien must touch her,
Now out of sorts with him,--less God than butcher.
O rat the fellow,--where can all his sense lie,
To gallify the lady so immensely?
Ah! _le grand bete qu'il est!_--how rude the bear is!
The world to two-pence he was ne'er at _Paris_.
Perdition stop my vitals,--now or never
I'll niggle snugly into Juno's favor.
Let's see,--(_looking in a glass_) my face,--toll loll--
'twill work upon her.
My person--oh, immense, upon my honor.
My eyes,--oh fie.--the naughty glass it flatters,--
Courage,--Ixion flogs the world to tatters. [_Exit Ixion_.]

"_Sim._ There is a fine gentleman for you,--In the very pink of the
mode, with not a single article about him his own,--his words pilfered
from Magazines, his address from French valets, and his clothes not paid