Miss. Mr. Neverout, when I want a Fool, I’ll send for you.
Ld. Sparkish. Miss, didn’t your Left Ear burn last Night?
Miss. Pray, why, my Lord?
Ld. Sparkish. Because I was then in some Company where you were extoll’d to the Skies, I assure you.
Miss. My Lord, that was more their Goodness, than my Desert.
Ld. Sparkish. They said, that you were a complete Beauty.
Miss. My Lord, I am as God made me.
Lady Smart. The Girl’s well enough, if she had but another Nose.
Miss. Oh! Madam, I know I shall always have your good Word; you love to help a lame Dog over the Style.