Col. A blind Man would be glad to see that.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, methinks you stand in your own Light.
Neverout. Ah! Madam, I have done so all my Life.
Ld. Sparkish. I’m sure he sits in mine: Prythee, Tom, sit a little farther: I believe your Father was no Glasier.
Lady Smart. Miss, dear Girl, fill me out a Dish of Tea, for I’m very lazy.
[Miss fills a Dish of Tea, sweetens it, and then tastes it.
Lady Smart. What, Miss, Will you be my Taster?
Miss. No, Madam; but, they say, ’tis an ill Cook, that can’t lick her own Fingers.
Neverout. Pray, Miss, fill me another.
Miss. Will you have it now, or stay till you get it?