Neverout. Colonel, you have seen my fine Pick-Tooth Case; don’t you think this is the very same?
Col. Indeed, Miss, it is very like it.
Miss. Ay; what he says, you’ll swear.
Neverout. Well; but I’ll prove it to be mine.
Miss. Ay; do if you can.
Neverout. Why, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is my own.
Miss. Well, run on till you’re weary, nobody holds you.
[Neverout gapes.
Col. What, Mr. Neverout, do you gape for Preferment?