Ld. Sparkish. Colonel, you shall be married first, I was just going to say that.
Lady Smart. Well, but for all that, I can tell who is a great Admirer of Miss: Pray, Miss, how do you like Mr. Spruce? I swear I have often seen him cast a Sheep’s Eye out of a Calf’s Head at you: Deny it if you can.
Miss. Oh! Madam; all the World knows, that Mr. Spruce is a general Lover.
Col. Come, Miss, ’tis too true to make a Jest on.
[——Miss blushes.——
Lady Answ. Well, however, Blushing is some Sign of Grace.
Neverout. Miss says nothing; but I warrant she pays it off with Thinking.
Miss. Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, you are pleas’d to divert yourselves; but, as I hope to be sav’d, there’s nothing in it.
Lady Smart. Touch a gall’d Horse, and he’ll wince: Love will creep where it dare not go: I’d hold a hundred Pound Mr. Neverout was the Inventor of that Story; and, Colonel, I doubt you had a Finger in the Pye.