Ld. Sparkish. Have Patience. Tom, is your Friend Ned Rattle marry’d?
Neverout. Yes, faith, my Lord; he has tied a Knot with his Tongue, that he can never untie with his Teeth.
Lady Smart. Ay; marry in Haste, and repent at Leisure.
Lady Answ. Has he got a good Fortune with his Lady? for they say, Something has some Savour, but Nothing has no Flavour.
Neverout. Faith, Madam, all he gets by her, he may put into his Eye, and see never the worse.
Miss. Then, I believe, he heartily wishes her in Abraham’s Bosom.
Col. Pray, my Lord, how does Charles Limber and his fine Wife agree?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, they say, he’s the greatest Cuckold in Town.
Neverout. Oh! but my Lord, you should always except my Lord-Mayor.