[——Footman comes in.——
Lady Smart. Did you call Betty?
Footman. She’s coming, Madam.
Lady Smart. Coming! ay, so is Christmas.
[——Betty comes in.——
Lady Smart. Come, get ready my Things. Where has the Wench been these Three Hours?
Betty. Madam, I can’t go faster than my Legs will carry me.
Lady Smart. Ay, thou hast a Head, and so has a Pin. But, my Lord, all the Town has it, that Miss Caper is to be married to Sir Peter Giball; one thing is certain, that she hath promis’d to have him.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, Madam, you know Promises are either broken or kept.
Lady Answ. I beg your Pardon, my Lord; Promises and Pye-crust are made to be broken.