Ld. Sparkish. Why, Colonel, they say, one Shoulder of Mutton drives down another.
Neverout. Egad, if I were to fast for my Life, I would take a good Breakfast in the Morning, a good Dinner at Noon, and a good Supper at Night.
Ld. Sparkish. My Lord, this Venison is plaguily pepper’d; your Cook has a heavy Hand.
Ld. Smart. My Lord, I hope, you are Pepper-proof: Come, here’s a Health to the Founders.
Lady Smart. Ay; and to the Confounders too.
Ld. Smart. Lady Answerall, does not your Ladyship love Venison?
Lady Answ. No, my Lord, I can’t endure it in my Sight, therefore please to send me a good Piece of Meat and Crust.
Ld. Sparkish [drinks to Neverout.] Come, Tom; not always to my Friends, but once to you.
Neverout [drinks to Lady Smart.] Come, Madam; here’s a Health to our Friends, and hang the rest of our Kin.
Lady Smart [to Lady Answ.] Madam, will your Ladyship have any of this Hare?