Lady Answ. No, Madam; they say, ’tis melancholy Meat.
Lady Smart. Then, Madam, shall I send you the Brains? I beg your Ladyship’s Pardon; for they say, ’tis not good Manners to offer Brains.
Lady Answ. No, Madam; for perhaps it will make me hare-brain’d.
Neverout. Miss, I must tell you one thing.
Miss [with a Glass in her Hand.] Hold your Tongue, Mr. Neverout; don’t speak in my Tip.
Col. Well, he was an ingenious Man, that first found out Eating and Drinking.
Ld. Sparkish. Of all Vittles Drink digests the quickest: Give me a Glass of Wine.
Neverout. My Lord, your Wine is too strong.
Ld. Smart. Ay, Tom; as much as you are too good.
Miss. This Almond Pudden was pure good; but it is grown quite cold.