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Brush has feen you Abroad at the Court of the reigning Prince of Blan in.

Puff. Yes; I was do Business mightily for Prince Blantin.

Brush. Your Portraits go firft, Carmine, Novice, Sir Pofitive Bubble, Jack Squander, Lord Dupe, and Mordecai Lazarus, the Jew Broker, have appointed me to examine with them the History Pieces.---Which are most likely to stick?

Canto. Here's a Lift.

Brush. Hufh, hide the Erafmus, I hear the Com pany on the Stairs,

(Exit Carmine, and re-enters anon.

Enter Lord Dupe, Bubble, Squander, &c.
Lord. Mr. Brush. I am your devoted Servant.
You have procured my Ancestor.

Brush. It is in my Poffeffion, my Lord; and I have the Honor to affure your Lordship, that the Family Features are very difcernable; and allowing for the Difference of Dress, there's a ftrong likenefs between you and your Predeceffor.

Lord. Sir, you have obliged me. All these you have mark'd in the Catalogue are Originals?

Bruf. Undoubted. But my Lord, you need not depend folely on my Judgement; here's Mynheer Baron de Groningen, who is came hither to survey, and purchase for the Elector of Bavaria; an indifputable Connoiffeur; his Bidding will be a Direction for your Lordship. 'Tis a Thoufand Pities that any of thefe Mafters fhould quit England. They were conducted hither at an immenfe Expence. and if they now leave us, what will it be but a

public Declaration, that all Tafte and liberal knowledge is vanish'd from amongst us?

Lord. Sir---leave the Support of the National Credit to my Care. Could you introduce me to Mynheer? Does he speak English?

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Brush. Not fluently, but fo as to he understood. Mynheer, Lord Dupe the Patron of Arts, the Petronius for Tafte, and for well-timed Generofity, the Leo-and the Mecanas-of the prefent Age, defires to know you.

Puff. Sir, you honour me very mightily. I was hear of Lord Dupes in Hollandt. I was tell he was one Delatant, one Curieuse, one Precieuse of his Country.

Lord. The Dutch are an obliging, civilized, wellbred, pretty Kind of People. But, pray Sir, what occafions us the Honour of a Vifit from you?

Puff. I was come to bid for Paints for de Elector of Bavaria

Lord. Are there any here that deforve your Attention ?:

Puff. O! dare are good Pieces; but dare is one I likes mightily; the off Sky, and Home Track is fine, and the Maifter is in it.

Lord. What is the Subject?

Puf. Dat I know not; vat I minds, vat you call the Draws and the Colors.

Lard. Mr. Canto, what is the Subject?

Canto. It is, my Lord St. Anthony of Padua exercising the Devil out of a Ram-cat; it has a Companion fomewhere---Oh! here, which is the fame Saint in a Wilderness, reading his Breviary by the Light of a Glow-worm.

Brujb.

Brush. Invaluable Pictures, both! and will match your Lordship's Corregio in the Saloon.

Lord. I'll have them. What Pictures are thofe, Mr. Cento ?

Canto. They are not in the Sale; but I fancy I could procure them for your Lordship.

Lord. This, I prefume, might have been a I andfkip; but the Water, and the Men, and the Trees, and the Dogs, and the Ducks, and the Pigs, they are obliterated, all gone.

Brufh. An indifputable Mark of its Antiquity; its very Merit; befides a little Varnish will fetch the Figures again.

Lord. Set it down for me-The next..

Canto. That is a Mofes in the Bulruthes. The blended Joy and Grief in the Figure of the Sifter in the Corner, the Ditt refs and Anxiety of the Mother here, and the Beauty and Benevolence of Pharoah's Daughter, are Circumitances happily imagined, and boldly exprefs'd.

Brush. Lack-a-day, 'tis but a modern Perform ance; the mafter is alive, and an Engufhman.:

Lird. Oh! then I would not give it Houfe-room. Puff. Here is a pretty Piece I find tick up here in de Corner: I was fee in Hollandt; at Loo, a Piece mighty like; there was little Mices, that was nibble, nibble, nibble, upon vat you call Frumage, and little Shurels all with. Brush tails ran up the trees; and there was great things. vat you call-Pfhaw, that have long Bearts, and cry Ba. Brufh. What Goats;

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Puff. Ay, dat was de name.

Lord. I fhould think, by the Cheese and the Goats, Mynheer, yours was a Welch Piece, inftead of a Dutch.

Puff.

Puff. Ah, 'twas good Piece. I wish to my Heart Lord Dupes was have that Piece.

Enter Novice.

Novice. Where's Mr. Brufb? My dear Brushs am I too late?

Brufb. In pretty good Time.

Nov. May I lofe my Otho, or be tumbled from my Phaeton the first Time I jehup my Sorrels, if I have not made more Haste than a young Surgeon to his first Labour. But the Lots, the Lots, my dear Brush, what are they? I'm upon the Rack of Impatience till I fee them, and in a Fever of Defire till I poffefs them.

Brush. Mr. Canto, the Gentleman would be glad to fee the Bufts, Medals, and precious Reliques of Greece and ancient Rome.

Canto. Perhaps, Sir, we may fhow him fome. thing of greater Antiquity-Bring them forward The firft Lot confifts of a Hand without an Arm, the first joint of the Fore-Finger gone, supposed to be a Limb of the Apollo Delphos-The fecond, Half a Foot, with the Toes entire, of the Juno Lucina-The third, the Caduceus of the Mercurius Infernalis-The fourth, the Half of the Leg of the Infant Hercules-all indifputable Antiques, and of the Memphian Marble.

Puff. Let me fee Juno's Half Foot. All the Toes entire ?

.Canton. All.

Puff. Here is a little Swelt by this Toe, that looks bad Proportion.

All. Hey, hey.

Puff.

Puff. What's dat?

Canto. That! Phaw! that! Why that's only Corn.

All. Oh!

Puff. Corn! dat was extreme natural; dat is fine; the Maifter is in it.

All. Very fine! Invaluable!

Puff. Where is de Hercules' Calf? Upon my Word 'tis a very large Calf; big, big, big, all de Way up, all de Way down.

Lord believe this Hercules was an Irish Man. Nov. But where are your Bufts? Here, here; Gentlemen; here's a Curiosity; a Medal of Oriuna, got for me by Doctor Mummy; the only one in the vifible World; there may be fome under Ground! Lord. Fine, indeed! Will you permit me to tafte it? It has the Relifh. (All tafte.

Nov. The Relifh! 'Zooks it coft me a hundred Guineas,

Puff. By Gar, it is a dear Bit tho'.

Nov. So you may think; but three Times the Money fhould not purchase it.

Lord. Pray, Sir, whofe Buft is it that dignifies this Coin?

Nov. The Emprefs Oriuna, my Lord.

Lord. And who, Sir, might she be? I don't recollect to have heard of the Lady before..

Nov. She, my Lord? Oh! he was a kind of a What-dy'e-call'em-a Sort of a Queen, or Wife, or fomething or other to fome body, that liv'd a damn'd while ago-Mummy told me the whole Story; but before Gad, I've forgot it. But come, theBufts,

Canto,

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