Melesinda! there is music in the name; but then, hang it! there is none in mine to answer to it.

[Exit.
(_While Mr.H.has been speaking, two Gentlemen have been observing him curiously_.) 1_st Gent._ Who the devil is this extraordinary personage?
2_d Gent._ Who?
Why, 'tis Mr.H.
1_st Gent._ Has he no more name?
2_d Gent._ None that has yet transpired.

No more! why, that single letter has been enough to inflame the imaginations of all the ladies in Bath.

He has been here but a fortnight, and is already received into all the first families.
1_st Gent._ Wonderful! yet, nobody know who he is, or where he comes from! 2_d Gent._ He is vastly rich, gives away money as if he had infinity; dresses well, as you see; and for address, the mothers are all dying for fear the daughters should get him; and for the daughters, he may command them as absolutely as----.

Melesinda, the rich heiress, 'tis thought, will carry him.
1_st Gent._ And is it possible that a mere anonymous-- 2_d Gent._ Phoo! that is the charm .-- Who is he?
and what is he?
and what is his name ?----The man with the great nose on his face never excited more of the gaping passion of wonderment in the dames of Strasburg, than this new-comer, with the single letter to his name, has lighted up among the wives and maids of Bath; his simply having lodgings here, draws more visitors to the house than an election.
Come with me to the Parade, and I will show you more of him.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE _in the Street.