Miss. Well, I swear, you’d make one die with laughing.
[——Miss plays with a Tea-cup, and Neverout plays with another.——
Neverout. Well; I see, one Fool makes many.
Miss. And you’re the greatest Fool of any.
Neverout. Pray, Miss, will you be so kind to tie this String for me with your fair Hands? it will go all in your Day’s Work.
Miss. Marry, come up, indeed; tie it yourself, you have as many Hands as I; your Man’s Man will have a fine Office truly: Come, pray, stand out of my spitting Place.
Neverout. Well; but, Miss, don’t be angry.
Miss. No; I was never angry in my Life but once, and then nobody car’d for it; so I resolv’d never to be angry again.
Neverout. Well; but if you’ll tie it, you shall never know what I’ll do for you.