Neverout. Why, what if I have, Miss?
Miss. Why, then, the Duce take you.
Neverout. Miss, I want that Diamond-Ring of yours.
Miss. Why, then, Want’s like to be your Master.
[——Neverout looking at the Ring.——
Neverout. Ay, marry, this is not only but also; where did you get it?
Miss. Why, where ’twas to be had; where the Devil got the Friar.
Neverout. Well; if I had such a fine Diamond-Ring, I woudn’t stay a Day in England: But you know, far-fetch’d and dear-bought is fit for Ladies. I warrant, this cost your Father Twopence half-penny.
[——Miss sitting between Neverout and the Colonel.——