Lady Answ. Lord, Madam, I have fed like a Farmer; I shall grow as fat as a Porpoise; I swear my Jaws are weary of chawing.
Col. I have a Mind to eat a Piece of that Sturgeon; but fear it will make me sick.
Neverout. A rare Soldier indeed! Let it alone, and I warrant it won’t hurt you.
Col. Well; but it would vex a Dog to see a Pudden creep.
[Sir John rises.
Ld. Smart. Sir John, what are you doing?
Sir John. Swolks, I must be going, by’r Lady; I have earnest Business; I must do as the Beggars do, go away when I have got enough.
Ld. Smart. Well, but stay till this Bottle’s out; you know, the Man was hang’d that left his Liquor behind him: And besides, a Cup in the Pate is a Mile in the Gate; and a Spur in the Head is worth two in the Heel.
Sir John. Come then; one Brimmer to all your Healths. [The Footman gives him a Glass half full.] Pray, Friend, what was the rest of this Glass made for? An Inch at the Top, Friend, is worth two at the Bottom. [He gets a Brimmer, and drinks it off.] Well, there’s no Deceit in a Brimmer, and there’s no false Latin in this; your Wine is excellent good, so I thank you for the next, for I am sure of this: Madam, has your Ladyship any Commands in Darbyshire? I must go Fifteen Miles To-night.
Lady Smart. None, Sir John, but to take Care of Yourself; and my most humble Service to your Lady unknown.