Ld. Sparkish. Why, by Chance, as the Man kill’d the Devil.
Neverout. Why, Miss, you are in a brown Study; What’s the Matter? Methinks you look like Mum-Chance, that was hang’d for saying nothing.
Miss. I’d have you to know, I scorn your Words.
Neverout. Well; but scornful Dogs will eat dirty Puddings.
Miss. Well; my Comfort is, your Tongue is no Slander. What! you would not have one be always on the high Grin.
Neverout. Cry, Map-sticks, Madam; no Offence, I hope.
[——Lady Smart breaks a Tea-cup.——
Lady Answ. Lord, Madam, How came you to break your Cup?
Lady Smart. I can’t help it, if I would cry my Eyes out.