Neverout. So much the better, Miss; cold Pudden will settle your Love.
Miss. Pray, Mr. Neverout, are you going to take a Voyage?
Neverout. Why do you ask, Miss?
Miss. Because you have laid in so much Beef.
Sir John. You Two have eat up the whole Pudden betwixt you.
Miss. Sir John, here’s a little Bit left; will you please to have it?
Sir John. No, thankee; I don’t love to make a Fool of my Mouth.
Col. [calling to the Butler.] John, is your Small Beer good?
Butler. An please your Honour, my Lord and Lady like it; I think it is good.