Col. My Lord, does your Lordship know Mrs. Talkall?
Ld. Smart. Only by Sight; but I hear she has a great deal of Wit; and egad, as the Saying is, Mettle to the Back.
Lady Smart. So I hear.
Col. Why Dick Lubber said to her t’other Day, Madam, you can’t cry Bo to a Goose: Yes, but I can, said she; and, egad, cry’d Bo full in his Face: We all thought we should break our Hearts with laughing.
Ld. Sparkish. That was cutting with a Vengeance: and pr’ythee how did the Fool look?
Col. Look? Egad he look’d for all the World like an Owl in an Ivy Bush.
[A Child comes in screaming.
Miss. Well, if that Child was mine, I’d whip it till the Blood came; Peace, you little Vixen! if I were near you, I would not be far from you.
Lady Smart. Ay, ay; Batchelors Wives and Maids Children are finely tutor’d.