Ld. Sparkish. Well said, Girl! [giving her a Chuck.] Take that; they say, a Chuck under the Chin is worth Two Kisses.
Lady Answ. But, Mr. Neverout, I wonder why such a handsome, strait, young Gentleman as you, do not get some rich Widow.
Ld. Sparkish. Strait! Ay, strait as my Leg, and that’s crooked at Knee.
Neverout. Faith, Madam, if it rain’d rich Widows, none of them would fall upon me. Egad, I was born under a Threepenny Planet, never to be worth a Groat.
Lady Answ. No, Mr. Neverout; I believe you were born with a Cawl on your Head; you are such a Favourite among the Ladies: But what think you of Widow Prim? she’s immensely rich.
Neverout. Hang her! they say, her Father was a Baker.
Lady Smart. Ay; but it is not what is she? but what has she? now-a-days.
Col. Tom, faith, put on a bold Face for once, and have at the Widow. I’ll speak a good Word for you to her.
Lady Answ. Ay; I warrant, you’ll speak one Word for him, and two for yourself.
Miss. Well; I had that at my Tongue’s End.