Neverout. What! I warrant you think all is lost, that goes beside your own Mouth.
Miss. Pray, Mr. Neverout, hold your Tongue for once, if it be possible; one would think, you were a Woman in Man’s Cloaths, by your prating.
Neverout. No, Miss; it is not handsome to see one hold one’s Tongue: Besides, I should slobber my Fingers.
Col. Miss, did you never hear, that Three Women and a Goose are enough to make a Market?
Miss. I’m sure, if Mr. Neverout or You were among them, it would make a Fair.
[Footman comes in.
Lady Smart. Here, take away the Tea-table, and bring up Candles.
Lady Answ. O Madam, no Candles yet, I beseech you; don’t let us burn Day-Light.
Neverout. I dare swear, Miss, for her Part, will never burn Day-Light, if she can help it.
Miss. Lord, Mr. Neverout, one can’t hear one’s own Ears for you.