Col. Why then, John, d’yesee? if you are sure your Small Beer is good, d’yemark? Then, give me a Glass of Wine.
[All laugh.
[Colonel tasting the Wine.
Ld. Smart. Sir John, how does your Neighbour Gatherall of the Peak? I hear, he has lately made a Purchase.
Sir John. Oh, Dick Gatherall knows how to butter his Bread, as well as any Man in Darbyshire.
Ld. Smart. Why, he us’d to go very fine, when he was here in Town.
Sir John. Ay; and it became him, as a Saddle becomes a Sow.
Col. I know his Lady, and I think she is a very good Woman.
Sir John. Faith, she has more Goodness in her little Finger, than he has in his whole Body.