Miss. Indeed my Eyes draws Straw.
[She’s almost asleep.
Neverout. Why, Miss, if you fall asleep, somebody may get a Pair of Gloves.
Col. I’m going to the Land of Nod.
Neverout. Faith, I’m for Bedfordshire.
Lady Smart. I’m sure I shall sleep without rocking.
Neverout. Miss, I hope you’ll dream of your Sweetheart.
Miss. Oh, no doubt of it: I believe I shan’t be able to sleep for dreaming of him.
Col. [to Miss.] Madam, shall I have the Honour to escort you?