Sir John. Why, indeed, it is apt to fox one; but our Way is, to take a Hair of the same Dog next Morning.——I take a new-laid Egg for Breakfast; and, faith, one should drink as much after an Egg as after an Ox.
Ld. Smart. Tom Neverout, will you taste a Glass of the October?
Neverout. No, faith, my Lord; I like your Wine, and I won’t put a Churle upon a Gentleman; your Honour’s Claret is good enough for me.
Lady Smart. What! is this Pigeon left for Manners? Colonel, shall I send you the Legs and Rump?
Col. Madam, I could not eat a Bit more, if the House was full.
Ld. Smart [carving a Partridge.] Well; one may ride to Rumford upon this Knife, it is so blunt.
Lady Answ. My Lord, I beg your Pardon; but they say, an ill Workman never had good Tools.
Ld. Smart. Will your Lordship have a Wing of it?
Ld. Sparkish. No, my Lord; I love the Wing of an Ox a great deal better.