Miss. With all my Heart, and a Piece of my Liver; but not with you.
Lady Smart. I’ll tell you one thing, and that’s not two; I’m afraid I shall get a Fit of the Headach To-day.
Col. Oh! Madam, don’t be afraid, it comes with a Fright.
Miss. [to Lady Answ.] Madam; one of your Ladyship’s Lappets is longer than t’other.
Lady Answ. Well, no Matter; they that ride on a trotting Horse will ne’er perceive it.
Neverout. Indeed, Miss, your Lappets hang worse.
Miss. Well, I love a Lyar in my Heart, and you fit me to a Hair.
[——Miss rises up.——
Neverout. Duce take you, Miss! you trod on my Foot: I hope you don’t intend to come to my Bedside.
Miss. In Troth, you are afraid of your Friends, and none of them near you.