Lady Smart. They say, she begins to grow fat.
Miss. Fat! ay, fat as a Hen in the Forehead.
Lady Smart. Indeed, Lady Answerall, (pray, forgive me) I think, your Ladyship looks thinner than when I saw you last.
Miss. Indeed, Madam, I think not; but your Ladyship is one of Job’s Comforters.
Lady Answ. Well, no matter how I look; I am bought and sold: but really, Miss, you are so very obliging, that I wish I were a handsome young Lord for your Sake.
Miss. O Madam, your Love’s a Million.
Lady Smart [to Lady Answ.] Madam, will your Ladyship let me wait on you to the Play To-morrow?
Lady Answ. Madam, it becomes me to wait on your Ladyship.
Miss. What, then, I’m turn’d out for a Wrangler.