“ Mr. Frenicol may say what he will; but he shall never persuade me that this will fit me,” said Zelida, “nor this me,” said Sophia. “Let him show us others, if he has any.”

Frenicol, who had often experienced that women are not to be converted on that article, show’d them muzzles for the age of thirteen. “Well,” cried both at the same time, “these are such as we want.”

“I wish they may prove so,” whisper’d Frenicol aside.

“How do you sell them?” said Zelida.

“But ten ducats a piece, madam.”

“Ten ducats, you forget yourself, Frenicol.”

“Madam, that is the price in conscience.”

“You make us pay for the novelty.”