Miss. So I suppose, truly.
Neverout. Well; but I’ll make you a fine Present one of these Days.
Miss. Ay; when the Devil’s blind; and his Eyes are not sore yet.
Neverout. No, Miss; I’ll send it you To-morrow.
Miss. Well, well: To-morrow’s a new Day; but I suppose, you mean, Tomorrow-come-never.
Neverout. Oh! ’tis the prettiest Thing: I assure you, there came but Two of them over in Three Ships.
Miss. Would I could see it, quoth blind Hugh. But why did you not bring me a Present of Snuff this Morning?
Neverout. Because, Miss, you never ask’d me; and ’tis an ill Dog that’s not worth whistling for.
Ld. Sparkish. [to Lady Answ.] Pray, Madam, how came your Ladyship last Thursday to go to that odious Puppet-show?
Col. Why, to be sure, her Ladyship went to see, and to be seen.