Ld. Smart. Tom, my Service to you.
Neverout. My Lord, this Moment I did myself the Honour to drink to your Lordship.
Ld. Smart. Why then that’s Hartfordshire Kindness.
Neverout. Faith, my Lord, I pledged myself, for I drank twice together without thinking.
Ld. Sparkish. Why then, Colonel, my humble Service to You.
Neverout. Pray, my Lord, don’t make a Bridge of my Nose.
Ld. Sparkish. Well, a Glass of this Wine is as comfortable as Matrimony to an old Woman.
Col. Sir John, I design one of these Days to come and beat up your Quarters in Derbyshire.
Sir John. Faith, Colonel, come and welcome; and stay away, and heartily welcome: But you were born within the Sound of Bow Bell, and don’t care to stir so far from London.
Miss. Pray, Colonel, send me some Fritters.