Neverout. You see, Sir John, we stay’d for you, as one Horse does for another.
Lady Smart. My Lord, will you help Sir John to some Beef? Lady Answerall, pray, eat, you see your Dinner: I am sure, if we had known we should have such good Company, we should have been better provided; but you must take the Will for the Deed. I’m afraid you are invited to your Loss.
Col. And, pray, Sir John, how do you like the Town? You have been absent a long Time.
Sir John. Why, I find, little London stands just where it did when I left it last.
Neverout. What do you think of Hannover-Square? Why, Sir John, London is gone out of Town since you saw it.
Lady Smart. Sir John, I can only say, you are heartily welcome; and I wish I had something better for you.
Col. Here’s no Salt; Cuckolds will run away with the Meat.
Ld. Smart. Pray, edge a little, to make more Room for Sir John: Sir John, fall to, you know Half an Hour is soon lost at Dinner.
Sir John. I protest I can’t eat a Bit, for I took Share of a Beef-stake and Two Muggs of Ale with my Chapman, besides a Tankard of March Beer, as soon as I got out of Bed.