The COMMISSARY. ACT I. SCENE, Mrs. MECHLIN'S Houfe. ( Loud knocking at the Door.) AP, rap, rap, up ftairs and down, from morning to night; if this fame Commiffary stays much longer amongst us, my mistress muft e'en hire a porter. Who's there? SIMON without. Sim. Is Mrs. Mechlin at home? Jen. No.-[opens the door]-Oh, what is it you, Simon ? Enter SIMON. Sim. At your fervice, fweet Mrs. Jane. Jen. Why you knock with authority; and what are your commands, Mafter Simon? Sim. I come, madam, to receive those of your miftrefs. What, Jenny, has fhe any great affair on the anvil? Her fummons is moft exceedingly preffing; and you need not be told, child, that a man of my consequence does rt trouble himself about trifles. Jen. Oh, fir, I know very well you principal actors don't perform every night. Sim. Mighty well, ma'am, but notwithstanding your ironical fneer, it is not every man that will A & do |