Neverout. Poz, I saw her with my own Eyes; she sat among the Mob in the Gallery; her own ugly Fiz: And she saw me look at her.
Col. Her Ladyship was plaguily bamb’d; I warrant, it put her into the Hipps.
Neverout. I smoked her huge Nose, and egad she put me in mind of the Woodcock, that strives to hide his long Bill, and then thinks nobody sees him.
Col. Tom, I advise you hold your Tongue; for you’ll never say so good a Thing again.
Lady Smart. Miss, what are you looking for?
Miss. Oh! Madam; I have lost the finest Needle——
Lady Answ. Why, seek till you find it, and then you won’t lose your Labour.
Neverout. The Loop of my Hat is broke; how shall I mend it? [he fastens it with a Pin.] Well, hang them, say I, that has no Shift.
Miss. Ay, and hang him, that has one too many.