Col. No, Sir John; but I take a Pipe sometimes.
Sir John. I’faith, one of your finical London Blades dined with me last Year in Darbyshire; so, after Dinner, I took a Pipe; so my Gentleman turn’d away his Head: So, said I, What, Sir, do you never smoke? So, he answered as you do, Colonel; No, but I sometimes take a Pipe: So, he took a Pipe in his Hand, and fiddled with it till he broke it: So, said I, Pray, Sir, can you make a Pipe? So, he said No; so, said I, Why, then, Sir, if you can’t make a Pipe, you should not break a Pipe; so, we all laugh’d.
Ld. Smart. Well; but, Sir John, they say, that the Corruption of Pipes is the Generation of Stoppers.
Sir John. Colonel, I hear, you go sometimes to Darbyshire; I wish you would come and foul a Plate with me.
Col. I hope, you’ll give me a Soldier’s Bottle.
Sir John. Come, and try. Mr. Neverout, you are a Town-Wit, can you tell me what kind of Herb is Tobacco?
Neverout. Why, an Indian Herb, Sir John.
Sir John. No,’tis a Pot Herb; and so here’s t’ye in a Pot of my Lord’s October.
Lady Smart. I hear, Sir John, since you are married, you have forsworn the Town.