Neverout. What! Miss, are you thinking of your Sweet-Heart? is your Garter slipping down?
Miss. Pray, Mr. Neverout, keep your Breath to cool your Porridge; you measure my Corn by your Bushel.
Neverout. Indeed, Miss, you lye.——
Miss. Did you ever hear any thing so rude?
Neverout. I mean, you lye——under a Mistake.
Miss. If a thousand Lyes could choak you, you would have been choaked many a Day ago.
[Miss tries to snatch Neverout’s Snuff-box.
Neverout. Madam, you miss’d that, as you miss’d your Mother’s Blessing.
[She tries again, and misses.
Neverout. Snap short makes you look so lean, Miss.