Miss. I own, I love Mr. Neverout, as the Devil loves Holy Water; I love him like Pye, I’d rather the Devil had him than I.
Neverout. Miss, I’ll tell you one thing.
Miss. Come, here’s t’ ye, to stop your Mouth.
Neverout. I’d rather you would stop it with a Kiss.
Miss. A Kiss! marry come up, my dirty Cousin; are you no sicker? Lord, I wonder what Fool it was that first invented Kissing!
Neverout. Well, I’m very dry.
Miss. Then you’re the better to burn, and the worse to fry.
Lady Answ. God bless you, Colonel; you have a good Stroke with you.
Col. O Madam; formerly I could eat all, but now I leave nothing; I eat but one Meal a Day.
Miss. What! I suppose, Colonel, that’s from Morning till Night.