Neverout. Oh! now I have nick’d it.
[Gives it Ld. Sparkish.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, a Man may eat this, tho’ his Wife lay a dying.
Col. Pray, Friend, give me a Glass of Small Beer, if it be good.
Ld. Smart. Why, Colonel, they say, there is no such thing as good Small Beer, good Brown Bread, or a good Old Woman.
Lady Smart. [to Lady Answ.] Madam, I beg your Ladyship’s Pardon; I did not see you when I was cutting that Bit.
Lady Answ. Oh! Madam; after you is good Manners.
Lady Smart. Lord! here’s a Hair in the Sauce.
Ld. Sparkish. Then set the Hounds after it.