Neverout. Alack a day, poor Miss! methinks it grieves me to pity you.
Miss. What, you think, you said a fine Thing now; well, if I had a Dog with no more Wit, I would hang him.
Ld. Smart. Miss, if it be Manners, may I ask, which is oldest, you or Lady Scuttle?
Miss. Why, my Lord, when I die for Age, she may quake for Fear.
Lady Smart. She’s a very great Gadder abroad.
Lady Answ. Lord! she made me follow her last Week through all the Shops like a Tantiny Pig.
Lady Smart. I remember, you told me, you had been with her from Dan to Beersheba.
[——Colonel spits.——
Col. Lord! I shall die; I cannot spit from me.