Neverout. Never the better for you.
Col. I hope, you’re never the worse. But where’s your Manners? Don’t you see my Lord Sparkish?
Neverout. My Lord, I beg your Lordship’s Pardon.
Ld. Sparkish. Tom, how is it, that you can’t see the Wood for Trees? What Wind blew you hither?
Neverout. Why, my Lord, it is an ill Wind blows nobody good; for it gives me the Honour of seeing your Lordship.
Col. Tom, you must go with us to Lady Smart’s to Breakfast.
Neverout. Must? Why, Colonel, Must’s for the King.
[Col. offering in Jest to draw his Sword.
Col. Have you spoke with all your Friends?
Neverout. Colonel, as you’re stout, be merciful.