Ld. Sparkish. Because it takes me by the Nose, egad.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, I find you are a very good Carver.
Col. O Madam, that is no Wonder; for you must know, Tom Neverout carves a Sundays.
[Neverout overturns the Salt-celler.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, you have overturn’d the Salt, and that’s a Sign of Anger: I’m afraid, Miss and You will fall out.
Lady Answ. No, no; throw a little of it into the Fire, and all will be well.
Neverout. O Madam, the falling out of Lovers, you know.
Miss. Lovers! very fine! fall out with Him! I wonder when we were in!
Sir John. For my Part, I believe, the young Gentlewoman is his Sweetheart; there’s so much Fooling and Fidling betwixt them: I’m sure, they say in our Country, that — — — is the Beginning of Love.