Neverout. And I’m angry, so let us both go fight.
[They go in to Dinner, and after the usual Compliments, take their Seats.
Lady Smart. Ladies and Gentlemen, will you eat any Oysters before Dinner?
Col. With all my Heart. [Takes an Oyster.] He was a bold Man, that first eat an Oyster.
Lady Smart. They say, Oysters are a cruel Meat, because we eat them alive: Then they are an uncharitable Meat, for we leave nothing to the Poor; and they are an ungodly Meat, because we never say Grace.
Neverout. Faith, that’s as well said, as if I had said it myself.
Lady Smart. Well, we are well set, if we be but as well serv’d: Come, Colonel, handle your Arms; shall I help you to some Beef?
Col. If your Ladyship please; and, pray, don’t cut like a Mother-in-Law, but send me a large Slice; for I love to lay a good Foundation. I vow, ’tis a noble Sirloyn.
Neverout. Ay; here’s cut, and come again.
Miss. But, pray, why is it call’d a Sirloyn?