Col. [to Lady Smart.] Your Ladyship has a very fine Watch; well may you wear it.
Lady Smart. It is none of mine, Colonel.
Col. Pray, whose is it then?
Lady Smart. Why, ’tis my Lord’s; for they say, a marry’d Woman has nothing of her own, but her Wedding-Ring and her Hair-Lace: But if Women had been the Law-Makers, it would have been better.
Col. This Watch seems to be quite new.
Lady Smart. No, Sir; it has been Twenty Years in my Lord’s Family; but Quare put a new Case and Dial-Plate to it.
Neverout. Why, that’s for all the World like the Man who swore he kept the same Knife forty Years, only he sometimes changed the Haft, and sometimes the Blade.
Ld. Smart. Well, Tom, to give the Devil his Due, thou art a right Woman’s Man.
Col. Odd-so! I have broke the Hinge of my Snuff-box; I’m undone beside the Loss.