Lady Smart. No, keep it, Miss; for they say, Possession is Eleven Points of the Law.
Miss. Madam, he shall ne’er have it again; ’tis in Hucksters Hands.
Lady Answ. What! I see ’tis Raining again.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, then, Madam, we must do, as they do in Spain.
Miss. Pray, my Lord, how is that?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, Madam, we must let it rain.
[——Miss whispers Lady Smart.——
Neverout. There’s no Whispering, but there’s Lying.
Miss. Lord! Mr. Neverout, you are as pert as a Pearmonger this Morning.
Neverout. Indeed, Miss, you are very handsome.