Miss. Mr. Neverout, I beg your Diversion; no Offence, I hope: but truly in a little time you intend to make the Colonel as bad as yourself; and that’s as bad as bad can.
Neverout. My Lord, don’t you think Miss improves wonderfully of late? Why, Miss, if I spoil the Colonel, I hope you will use him as you do me; for, you know, love me, love my Dog.
Col. How’s that, Tom? Say that again: Why, if I am a Dog, shake Hands, Brother.
[Here a great, loud, long Laugh.
Ld. Smart. But, pray, Gentlemen, why always so severe upon poor Miss? On my Conscience, Colonel and Tom Neverout, one of you two are both Knaves.
Col. My Lady Answerall, I intend to do myself the Honour of dining with your Ladyship To-morrow.
Lady Answ. Ay, Colonel; do if you can.
Miss. I’m sure you’ll be glad to be welcome.
Col. Miss, I thank you; and, to reward You, I’ll come and drink Tea with you in the Morning.
Miss. Colonel, there’s Two Words to that Bargain.