Miss. You mend it! go, teach your Grannam to suck Eggs.
Neverout. Why, Miss, you are so cross, I could find in my Heart to hate you.
Miss. With all my Heart; there will be no Love lost between us.
Neverout. But, pray, my Lady Smart, does not Miss look as if she could eat me without Salt?
Miss. I’ll make you one Day sup Sorrow for this.
Neverout. Well, follow your own Way, you’ll live the longer.
Miss. See, Madam, how well I have mended it.
Lady Smart. ’Tis indifferent, as Doll danc’d.
Neverout. ’Twill last as many Nights as Days.