Miss. Well; here’s a Rose between Two Nettles.
Neverout. No, Madam; with Submission, here’s a Nettle between Two Roses.
[——Colonel stretching himself.——
Lady Smart. Why, Colonel, you break the King’s Laws; you stretch without a Halter.
Lady Answ. Colonel, some Ladies of your Acquaintance have promis’d to breakfast with you, and I am to wait on them; what will you give us?
Col. Why, faith, Madam, Batchelors Fare; Bread and Cheese, and Kisses.
Lady Answ. Poh! what have you Batchelors to do with your Money, but to treat the Ladies? you have nothing to keep but your own Four Quarters.
Lady Smart. My Lord, has Captain Brag the Honour to be related to your Lordship?
Ld. Sparkish. Very nearly, Madam; he’s my Cousin-German quite remov’d.