TATT. O pox, Scandal, that was too far put. Never have told particulars, madam. Perhaps I might have talked as of a third person; or have introduced an amour of my own, in conversation, by way of novel; but never have explained particulars.
ANG. But whence comes the reputation of Mr Tattle's secrecy, if he was never trusted?
SCAN. Why, thence it arises--the thing is proverbially spoken; but may be applied to him--as if we should say in general terms, he only is secret who never was trusted; a satirical proverb upon our sex.
There's another upon yours--as she is chaste, who was never asked the question. That's all.
VAL. A couple of very civil proverbs, truly. 'Tis hard to tell whether the lady or Mr Tattle be the more obliged to you. For you found her virtue upon the backwardness of the men; and his secrecy upon the mistrust of the women.
TATT. Gad, it's very true, madam, I think we are obliged to acquit ourselves. And for my part--but your ladyship is to speak first.
ANG. Am I? Well, I freely confess I have resisted a great deal of temptation.
TATT. And i'Gad, I have given some temptation that has not been resisted.
VAL. Good.
ANG. I cite Valentine here, to declare to the court, how fruitless he has found his endeavours, and to confess all his solicitations and my denials.
VAL. I am ready to plead not guilty for you; and guilty for myself.
SCAN. So, why this is fair, here's demonstration with a witness.
TATT. Well, my witnesses are not present. But I confess I have had favours from persons. But as the favours are numberless, so the persons are nameless.
SCAN. Pooh, this proves nothing.
TATT. No? I can show letters, lockets, pictures, and rings; and if there be occasion for witnesses, I can summon the maids at the chocolate-houses, all the porters at Pall Mall and Covent Garden, the door-keepers at the Playhouse, the drawers at Locket's, Pontack's, the Rummer, Spring Garden, my own landlady and valet de chambre; all who shall make oath that I receive more letters than the Secretary's office, and that I have more vizor-masks to enquire for me, than ever went to see the Hermaphrodite, or the Naked Prince. And it is notorious that in a country church once, an enquiry being made who I was, it was answered, I was the famous Tattle, who had ruined so many women.
VAL. It was there, I suppose, you got the nickname of the Great Turk.
TATT. True; I was called Turk-Tattle all over the parish. The next Sunday all the old women kept their daughters at home, and the parson had not half his congregation. He would have brought me into the spiritual court, but I was revenged upon him, for he had a handsome daughter whom I initiated into the science. But I repented it afterwards, for it was talked of in town. And a lady of quality that shall be nameless, in a raging fit of jealousy, came down in her coach and six horses, and exposed herself upon my account; Gad, I was sorry for it with all my heart. You know whom I mean--you know where we raffled -
SCAN. Mum, Tattle.
VAL. 'Sdeath, are not you ashamed?
ANG. O barbarous! I never heard so insolent a piece of vanity.
Fie, Mr Tattle; I'll swear I could not have believed it. Is this your secrecy?
TATT. Gadso, the heat of my story carried me beyond my discretion, as the heat of the lady's passion hurried her beyond her reputation.
But I hope you don't know whom I mean; for there was a great many ladies raffled. Pox on't, now could I bite off my tongue.
SCAN. No, don't; for then you'll tell us no more. Come, I'll recommend a song to you upon the hint of my two proverbs, and I see one in the next room that will sing it. [Goes to the door.]
TATT. For heaven's sake, if you do guess, say nothing; Gad, I'm very unfortunate.
SCAN. Pray sing the first song in the last new play.
SONG.
Set by Mr John Eccles.
I.
A nymph and a swain to Apollo once prayed, The swain had been jilted, the nymph been betrayed:
Their intent was to try if his oracle knew E'er a nymph that was chaste, or a swain that was true.
II.
Apollo was mute, and had like t'have been posed, But sagely at length he this secret disclosed:
He alone won't betray in whom none will confide, And the nymph may be chaste that has never been tried.
