Miss. [to Lady Smart.] What was it your Ladyship was going to say just now?
Neverout. Well, Miss; tell a Mare a Tale——
Miss. I find, you love to hear yourself talk.
Neverout. Why, if you won’t hear my Tale, kiss my, &c.
Miss. Out upon you, for a filthy Creeter!
Neverout. What, Miss! must I tell you a Story, and find you Ears?
Ld. Sparkish. [to Lady Smart.] Pray, Madam, don’t you think Mrs. Spendal very genteel?
Lady Smart. Why, my Lord, I think she was cut out for a Gentlewoman, but she was spoil’d in the Making: She wears her Cloaths, as if they were thrown on her with a Pitch-Fork; and, for the Fashion, I believe they were made in the Reign of Queen Bess.
Neverout. Well, that’s neither here nor there; for you know, the more careless, the more modish.