Lady Smart. Here, come back, you Fellow; why did you leave the Door open? Remember, that a good Servant must always come when he’s call’d, do what he’s bid, and shut the Door after him.
[The Footman goes out again, and falls down Stairs.
Lady Answ. Neck or nothing; come down, or I’ll fetch you down: Well, but I hope, the poor Fellow has not sav’d the Hangman a Labour.
Neverout. Pray, Madam, smoke Miss yonder biting her Lips, and playing with her Fan.
Miss. Who’s that takes my Name in vain?
[She runs up to them, and falls down.
Lady Smart. What, more falling! do you intend the Frolick should go round?
Lady Answ. Why, Miss, I wish you may not have broke her Ladyship’s Floor.
Neverout. Miss, come to me, and I’ll take you up.
Lady Sparkish. Well, but without a Jest, I hope, Miss, you are not hurt.