Lady Answ. Pray, is he not rich?
Ld. Sparkish. Ay, a rich Rogue, Two Shirts and a Rag.
Col. Well, however, they say, he has a great Estate, but only the Right Owner keeps him out of it.
Lady Smart. What Religion is he of?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, he is an Anythingarian.
Lady Answ. I believe, he has his Religion to chuse, my Lord.
[——Neverout scratches his Neck.——
Miss. Fie, Mr. Neverout, ar’n’t you asham’d! I beg Pardon for the Expression, but I’m afraid, your Bosom-friends are become your Back-biters.
Neverout. Well, Miss, I saw a Flea once on your Pinner, and a L—— is a Man’s Companion, but a Flea is a Dog’s Companion: However, I wish, you would scratch my Neck with your pretty white Hand.
Miss. And who would be Fool then? I wou’dn’t touch a Man’s Flesh for the Universe: You have the wrong Sow by the Ear, I assure you! that’s Meat for your Master.