Ld. Sparkish. Is it possible, she could take that Booby Tom Blunder for Love?
Miss. She had good Skill in Horse-flesh, that could chuse a Goose to ride on.
Lady Answ. Why, my Lord, ’twas her Fate; they say, Marriage and Hanging go by Destiny.
Col. I believe she’ll never be burnt for a Witch.
Ld. Sparkish. They say, Marriages are made in Heaven; but I doubt, when she was married, she had no Friend there.
Neverout. Well, she’s got out of God’s Blessing into the warm Sun.
Col. The Fellow’s well enough, if he had any Guts in his Brains.
Lady Smart. They say, thereby hangs a Tale.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, he’s a mere Hobbledehoy, neither a Man nor a Boy.