Ld. Smart. O, here comes the Venison-Pasty: Here, take the Soupe away.
Ld. Smart. [He cuts it up, and tastes the Venison.] ’Sbuds! this Venison is musty.
[Neverout eats a Piece, and it burns his Mouth.
Ld. Smart. What’s the Matter, Tom? You have Tears in your Eyes, I think: What dost cry for, Man?
Neverout. My Lord, I was just thinking of my poor Grandmother; She died just this very Day Seven Years.
[Miss takes a Bit, and burns her Mouth.
Neverout. And, pray, Miss, why do you cry too?
Miss. Because you were not hang’d the Day your Grandmother died.
Ld. Smart. I’d have given Forty Pounds, Miss, to have said that.
Col. Egad, I think, the more I eat, the hungrier I am.