Lady Answ. Why, my Lord, I suppose, because they pull the Ropes.
[Here all laugh.
[——Neverout plays with a Tea-cup.——
Miss. Now a Child would have cry’d half an Hour before it would have found out such a pretty Plaything.
Lady Smart. Well said, Miss: I vow, Mr. Neverout, the Girl is too hard for you.
Neverout. Ay, Miss will say any Thing but her Prayers, and those she whistles.
Miss. Pray, Colonel, make me a Present of that pretty Penknife?
Ld. Sparkish. Ay, Miss, catch him at that, and hang him.
Col. Not for the World, dear Miss; it will cut Love.