Miss. Where’s my Knife? Sure I han’t eaten it. Oh! here it is.
Sir John. No, Miss; but your Maidenhead hangs in your Light.
Miss. Pray, Sir John, is that a Darbyshire Compliment? Here, Mr. Neverout, will you take this Piece of Rabbit that you bid me carve for you?
Neverout. I don’t know.
Miss. Why, take it, or let it alone.
Neverout. I will.
Miss. What will you?
Neverout. Why, I’ll take it, or let it alone.
Miss. You are a provoking Creature.
Sir John [talking with a Glass of Wine in his Hand.] I remember a Farmer in our Country——