Sir John. No, Madam; I never forswore any thing but building of Churches.
Lady Smart. Well; but, Sir John, when may we hope to see you again in London?
Sir John. Why, Madam, not till the Ducks have eat up the Dirt; as the Children say.
Neverout. Come, Sir John; I foresee it will rain terribly.
Lady Smart. Come, Sir John, do nothing rashly; let us drink first.
Ld. Sparkish. I know Sir John will go, tho’ he was sure it would rain Cats and Dogs: But pray, stay, Sir John; you’ll be time enough to go to Bed by Candle-light.
Ld. Smart. Why, Sir John, if you must needs go; while you stay, make good Use of your Time: Here’s my Service to you, a Health to our Friends in Darbyshire: Come, sit down; let us put off the evil Hour as long as we can.
Sir John. Faith, I could not drink a Drop more, if the House was full.
Col. Why, Sir John, you used to love a Glass of good Wine in former Times.
Sir John. Why, so I do still, Colonel; but a Man may love his House very well, without riding on the Ridge: Besides, I must be with my Wife on Tuesday, or there will be the Devil and all to pay.