[——Colonel coughing.——
Col. I have got a sad Cold.
Lady Answ. Ay; ’tis well if one can get any thing these hard Times.
Miss. [to Col.] Choak, Chicken; there’s more a hatching.
Lady Smart. Pray, Colonel, how did you get that Cold?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, Madam, I suppose, the Colonel got it, by lying a Bed barefoot.
Lady Answ. Why, then, Colonel, you must take it for better for worse, as a Man takes his Wife.
Col. Well, Ladies, I apprehend you without a Constable.
Miss. Mr. Neverout! Mr. Neverout! come hither this Moment!
Lady Smart. [imitating her.] Mr. Neverout, Mr. Neverout! I wish, he were tied to your Girdle.