Sir John. Well, Madam, I can but love and thank you.
Lady Smart. Here, bring Water to wash; tho’, really, you have all eaten so little, that you have no need to wash your Mouths.——
Ld. Smart. But, pr’ythee, Sir John, stay awhile longer.
Sir John. No, my Lord; I am to smoke a Pipe with a Friend before I leave the Town.
Col. Why, Sir John, had not you better set out To-morrow?
Sir John. Colonel, you forget To-morrow is Sunday.
Col. Now I always love to begin a Journey on Sundays, because I shall have the Prayers of the Church, to preserve all that travel by Land, or by Water.
Sir John. Well, Colonel; thou art a mad Fellow to make a Priest of.
Neverout. Fie, Sir John, do you take Tobacco? How can you make a Chimney of your Mouth?
Sir John [to Neverout.] What! you don’t smoke, I warrant you, but you smock. (Ladies, I beg your Pardon.) Colonel, do you never smoke?