Neverout [whispers Lady Smart.] Was ever such a Dunce? How well he knows the Town! see, how he stares like a Stuck-Pig! Well, but, Sir John, are you acquainted with any of our fine Ladies yet? any of our famous Toasts?
Sir John. No; damn your Fireships, I have a Wife of my own.
Lady Smart. Pray, my Lady Answerall, how do you like these preserv’d Oranges?
Lady Answ. Indeed, Madam, the only Fault I find is, that they are too good.
Lady Smart. O Madam; I have heard ’em say, that too good is stark naught.
[Miss drinking Part of a Glass of Wine.
Neverout. Pray, let me drink your Snuff.
Miss. No, indeed; you shan’t drink after me, for you’ll know my Thoughts.
Neverout. I know them already; you are thinking of a good Husband: Besides, I can tell your Meaning by your Mumping.