Lady Smart. Pray, Colonel, are not you very much tann’d?
Col. Yes, Madam; but a Cup of Christmas Ale will soon wash it off.
Ld. Sparkish. Lady Smart, does not your Ladyship think, Mrs. Fade is mightily alter’d since her Marriage?
Lady Answ. Why, my Lord, she was handsome in her Time; but she cannot eat her Cake, and have her Cake: I hear she’s grown a mere Otomy.
Lady Smart. Poor Creature! the Black has set his Foot upon her already.
Miss. Ay! she has quite lost the Blue on the Plumb.
Lady Smart. And yet, they say, her Husband is very fond of her still.
Lady Answ. Oh! Madam; if she would eat Gold, he would give it her.
Neverout. [to Lady Smart.] Madam, have you heard, that Lady Queasy was lately at the Playhouse incog.?
Lady Smart. What! Lady Queasy of all Women in the World! Do you say it upon Rep?