Col. Well enough, Madam; but methinks it is a little more-ish.
Lady Smart. Oh, Colonel! I understand you. Betty, bring the Canister: I have but very little of this Tea left; but I don’t love to make two Wants of one; want when I have it, and want when I have it not. He, he, he, he.
[Laughs.
Lady Answ. [to the Maid.] Why, sure, Betty, you are bewitch’d; the Cream is burnt to.
Betty. Why, Madam, the Bishop has set his Foot in it.
Lady Smart. Go, you Girl, and warm some fresh Cream.
Betty. Indeed, Madam, there’s none left; for the Cat has eaten it all.
Lady Smart. I doubt, it was a Cat with Two Legs.
Miss. Colonel, Don’t you love Bread and Butter with your Tea?
Col. Yes, in a Morning, Miss: For they say, Butter is Gold in a Morning, Silver at Noon, but it is Lead at Night.