Miss. Oh! Mr. Neverout, my little Countess has just litter’d; speak me fair, and I’ll set you down for a Puppy.
Neverout. Why, Miss, if I speak you fair, perhaps I mayn’t tell Truth.
Ld. Sparkish. Ay, but Tom, smoke that, she calls you Puppy by Craft.
Neverout. Well, Miss, you ride the Fore-horse To-day.
Miss. Ay, many a one says well, that thinks ill.
Neverout. Fie, Miss! you said that once before; and, you know, Too much of one Thing is good for nothing.
Miss. Why, sure, we can’t say a good Thing too often.
Ld. Sparkish. Well, so much for that, and Butter for Fish; let us call another Cause: Pray, Madam, does your Ladyship know Mrs. Nice?
Lady Smart. Perfectly well, my Lord; she’s nice by Name, and nice by Nature.