Ld. Sparkish. Ay; this would look handsome, if any body should come in.
Sir John. Well; I’m weily rosten, as they sayn in Lancashire.
Lady Smart. Oh! Sir John; I wou’d I had something to brost you withal.
Ld. Smart. Come; they say, ’tis merry in Hall, when Beards wag all.
Lady Smart. Miss, shall I help you to some Cheese? or will you carve for yourself?
Neverout. I’ll hold Fifty Pounds, Miss won’t cut the Cheese.
Miss. Pray, why so, Mr. Neverout?
Neverout. Oh there is a Reason, and you know it well enough.
Miss. I can’t for my Life understand what the Gentleman means.