Miss. Indeed, my Lord, I can’t; for I have a great Cold.
Col. Oh! Miss, they say, all good Singers have Colds.
Ld. Sparkish. Pray, Madam, does not Miss sing very well?
Lady Answ. She sings, as one may say, my Lord.
Miss. I hear, Mr. Neverout has a very good Voice.
Col. Yes; Tom sings well; but his Luck’s naught.
Neverout. Faith, Colonel, you hit yourself a devilish Box on the Ear.
Col. Miss, Will you take a Pinch of Snuff?
Miss. No, Colonel; you must know, I never take Snuff, but when I’m angry.
Lady Answ. Yes, yes, she can take Snuff; but she has never a Box to put it in.