Miss. Well, my Elbow itches; I shall change Bed-fellows.
Lady Smart. And my Right Hand itches; I shall receive Money.
Lady Answ. And my Right Eye itches; I shall cry.
Lady Smart. Miss, I hear your Friend Mistress Giddy has discarded Dick Shuttle: Pray, has she got another Lover?
Miss. I hear of none.
Lady Smart. Why, the Fellow’s rich; and I think she was a Fool to throw out her dirty Water before she got clean.
Lady Answ. Miss, that’s a very handsome Gown of yours, and finely made; very genteel.
Miss. I’m glad your Ladyship likes it.
Lady Answ. Your Lover will be in Raptures; it becomes you admirably.
Miss. Ay; I assure you I won’t take it as I have done; if this won’t fetch him, the Devil fetch him, say I.