Lady Smart. I assure you, Miss, the Colonel has made you a great Compliment.
Miss. I am sorry for it; for I have heard say, that complimenting is lying.
Lady Smart [to Ld. Sparkish.] My Lord, methinks the Sight of you is good for sore Eyes; if we had known of your Coming, we would have strown Rushes for you: How has your Lordship done this long time?
Col. Faith, Madam, he’s better in Health, than in good Conditions.
Ld. Sparkish. Well; I see there’s no worse Friend than one brings from Home with one; and I am not the first Man has carry’d a Rod to whip himself.
Neverout. Here’s Miss, has not a Word to throw at a Dog. Come; a Penny for your Thoughts.
Miss. It is not worth a Farthing; for I was thinking of you.
[Col.——rising up.——
Lady Smart. Colonel, Where are you going so soon? I hope you did not come to fetch Fire.