The paltry imitation thou hast seen.
(Looking at her.) How hang those trappings on thy motly gown?
They seem like garlands on a May-day queen,
Which hinds have dress'd in sport.
Lady. I'll doff it, then, since it displeases you.
Freb. (Softening.) No, no, thou art lovely still in every garb.
But see the guests assemble.
Enter groups of well dressed people, who pay their compliments to Freberg and his Lady; and followed by her pass into the inner apartment, where more company appear assembling, as if by another entry.
Freb. (Who remains on the front of the stage, with a friend or two.) How loud the hum of this gay meeting croud!
'Tis like a bee-swarm in the noonday sun.
Musick will quell the sound. Who waits without?
Musick strike up.
(A grand piece of musick is playing, and when it ceases, enter from the inner apartment Rezenvelt, with' several gentlemen, richly dressed.)
Freb. (To those just entered.) What lively gallants quit the field so soon?
Are there no beauties in that moving crowd
To fix your fancy?
Rez. Ay, marry, are there! men of ev'ry mind
May in that moving croud some fair one find,
