Lady Smart. Nay, I had it from my Lady Carry-lye’s own Mouth. I tell you my Tale, and my Tale’s Author; if it be a Lye, you had it as cheap as I.
Lady Answ. She and I had some Words last Sunday at Church; but, I think, I gave her her own.
Lady Smart. Her Tongue runs like the Clapper of a Mill; she talks enough for herself and all the Company.
Neverout. And yet she simpers like a Firmity-Kettle.
[——Miss looking in a Glass.——
Miss. Lord, how my Head is drest To-day!
Col. Oh, Madam! a good Face needs no Band.
Miss. No; and a bad one deserves none.
Col. Pray, Miss, where is your old Acquaintance, Mrs. Wayward?