Neverout. Ay, Madam; alive, and alive like to be, at your Ladyship’s Service.
Lady Smart. Well: I’ll get a Knife, and nick it down, that Mr. Neverout came to our House. And pray, What News Mr. Neverout?
Neverout. Why, Madam, Queen Elizabeth’s dead.
Lady Smart. Well, Mr. Neverout, I see you are no Changeling.
[Miss Notable comes in.
Neverout. Miss, your Slave: I hope your early Rising will do you no Harm. I hear you are but just come out of the Cloth-Market.
Miss. I always rise at Eleven, whether it be Day or no.
Col. Miss, I hope you are up for all Day?
Miss. Yes, if I don’t get a Fall before Night.
Col. Miss, I heard you were out of Order; pray, how are you now?