Col. Well, I’d hold a Wager, there will be a Match between her and Dick Dolt; and I believe, I can see as far into a Millstone as another Man.
Miss. Colonel, I must beg your Pardon a Thousand Times; but they say, An old Ape has an old Eye.
Neverout. Miss, what do you mean! you’ll spoil the Colonel’s Marriage, if you call him old.
Col. Not so old, nor yet so cold. You know the rest, Miss.
Miss. Manners is a fine Thing, truly.
Col. Faith, Miss, depend upon it, I’ll give you as good as you bring: What! if you give a Jest, you must take a Jest.
Lady Smart. Well, Mr. Neverout, you’ll ne’er have done till you break that Knife; and then the Man won’t take it again.
Miss. Why, Madam, Fools will be medling; I wish, he may cut his Fingers; I hope, you can see your own Blood without fainting.
Neverout. Why, Miss, you shine this Morning like a —— Barn-door; you’ll never hold out at this Rate; pray, save a little Wit for To-morrow.