Neverout. Faith, Miss; and well was his Wont.
Ld. Smart. Pray, Lady Answerall, taste this Bit of Venison.
Lady Answ. I hope, your Lordship will set me a good Example.
Ld. Smart. Here’s a Glass of Cyder fill’d: Miss, you must drink it.
Miss. Indeed, my Lord, I can’t.
Neverout. Come, Miss; better Belly burst, than good Liquor be lost.
Miss. Pish! well in Life there was never any thing so teizing; I had rather shed it in my Shoes: I wish it were in your Guts, for my Share.
Ld. Smart. Mr. Neverout, you han’t tasted my Cyder yet.
Neverout. No, my Lord: I have been just eating Soupe; and they say, if one drinks in one’s Porridge, one will cough in one’s Grave.