Miss. Well, God forgive you for that Wish.
Ld. Sparkish. Never fear him, Miss.
Miss. What, my Lord, do you think I was born in a Wood, to be afraid of an Owl?
Ld. Smart. What have you to say to that, Colonel?
Neverout. O my Lord, my Friend the Colonel scorns to set his Wit against a Child.
Miss. Scornful Dogs will eat dirty Puddens.
Col. Well, Miss; they say, a Woman’s Tongue is the last thing about her that dies; therefore let’s kiss and Friends.
Miss. Hands off! that’s Meat for your Master.
Ld. Sparkish. Faith, Colonel, you are for Ale and Cakes: But after all, Miss, you are too severe; you would not meddle with your Match.
Miss. All they can say goes in at one Ear, and out at t’other for me, I can assure you: Only I wish they would be quiet, and let me drink my Tea.