Neverout. Faith, I may gape long enough, before it falls into my Mouth.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, my Lord and I intend to beat up your Quarters one of these Days: I hear, you live high.
Neverout. Yes, faith, Madam; live high, and lodge in a Garret.
Col. But, Miss, I forgot to tell you, that Mr. Neverout got the devilishest Fall in the Park To-day.
Miss. I hope he did not hurt the Ground: But how was it, Mr. Neverout? I wish I had been there, to laugh.
Neverout. Why, Madam, it was a Place where a Cuckold has been bury’d, and one of his Horns sticking out, I happened to stumble against it; that was all.
Lady Smart. Ladies, let us leave the Gentlemen to themselves; I think it is Time to go to our Tea.
Lady Answ. & Miss. My Lords and Gentlemen, your most humble Servant.
Ld. Smart. Well, Ladies, we’ll wait on you an Hour hence.