5th Waiter.  Yes, Sir.

Mr. H. Me, me, me; who else, to be sure?

5th Waiter.  Yes, Sir; but he is anxious to know the name of his benefactor.

Mr. H. Here is a pampered rogue of a beggar, that cannot be obliged to a gentleman in the way of his profession, but he must know the name, birth, parentage, and education of his benefactor!  I warrant you, next he will require a certificate of one’s good behavior, and a magistrate’s license in one’s pocket, lawfully empowering so and so to—­give an alms.  Anything more?

5th Waiter.  Yes, Sir; here has been Mr. Patriot, with the county petition to sign; and Mr. Failtime, that owes so much money, has sent to remind you of your promise to bail him.

Mr. H. Neither of which I can do, while I have no name.  Here is more of the plaguy comforts of going anonymous, that one can neither serve one’s friend nor one’s country.  Damn it, a man had better be without a nose, than without a name.  I will not live long in this mutilated, dismembered state; I will to Melesinda this instant, and try to forget these vexations.  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.  Mr. H. walking, BELVIL meeting him.

Belvil. My old Jamaica school-fellow, that I have not seen for so many years? it must—­it can be no other than Jack (going up to him). My dear Ho——­