Miss. Well, if I were to chuse a Husband, I would never be married to a little Man.
Neverout. Pray, why so, Miss? for they say, of all Evils we ought to chuse the least.
Miss. Because Folks would say, when they saw us together, There goes the Woman and her Husband.
Col. [to Lady Smart.] Will your Ladyship be on the Mall To-morrow Night?
Lady Smart. No, that won’t be proper; you know, To-morrow’s Sunday?
Ld. Sparkish. What then, Madam! they say, the better Day, the better Deed.
Lady Answ. Pray, Mr. Neverout, how do you like Lady Fruzz?
Neverout. Pox on her! she’s as old as Poles.
Miss. So will you be, if you ben’t hang’d when you’re young.
Neverout. Come, Miss, let us be Friends: Will you go to the Park this Evening?