Lady Smart. Indeed, Madam, it is Blind-Man’s Holiday; we shall soon be all of a Colour.
Neverout. Why, then, Miss, we may kiss where we like best.
Miss. Fogh! these Men talk of nothing but kissing.
[She spits.
Neverout. What, Miss, does it make your Mouth water?
Lady Smart. It is as good be in the Dark as without Light; therefore pray bring in Candles: They say, Women and Linen shew best by Candle-Light: Come, Gentlemen, are you for a Party at Quadrille?
Col. I’ll make one with you three Ladies.
Lady Answ. I’ll sit down, and be a Stander-by.
Lady Smart. [to Lady Answ.] Madam, does your Ladyship never play?