Neverout. Colonel, I’ll be of your Mess.
Col. Then, pray, Tom, carve for yourself: They say, Two Hands in a Dish, and One in a Purse: Hah, said I well, Tom?
Neverout. Colonel, you spoke like an Oracle.
Miss. [to Lady Answ.] Madam, will your Ladyship help me to some Fish?
Ld. Smart. [to Neverout.] Tom, they say, Fish should swim thrice.
Neverout. How is that, my Lord?
Ld. Smart. Why, Tom, first it should swim in the Sea, (do you mind me?) then it should swim in Butter; and at last, Sirrah, it should swim in good Claret. I think, I have made it out.
Footman. [to Ld. Smart.] My Lord, Sir John Linger is coming up.
Ld. Smart. God so! I invited him to dine with me To-day, and forgot it: Well, desire him to walk in.
[Sir John Linger comes in.