Ld. Smart. Well, Colonel, how do you like that Wine?
Col. This Wine should be eaten; it is too good to be drunk.
Ld. Smart. I’m very glad you like it; and pray don’t spare it.
Col. No, my Lord; I’ll never starve in a Cook’s Shop.
Ld. Smart. And pray, Sir John, what do You say to my Wine?
Sir John. I’ll take another Glass first; second Thoughts are best.
Ld. Sparkish. Pray, Lady Smart, you sit near that Ham; will you please to send me a Bit?
Lady Smart. With all my Heart. [She sends him a Piece.] Pray, my Lord, how do you like it?
Ld. Sparkish. I think it is a Limb of Lot’s Wife. [He eats it with Mustard.] Egad, my Lord, your Mustard is very uncivil.
Ld. Smart. Why uncivil, my Lord?