Col. Miss, you may say what you please; but, faith, you’ll never lead Apes in Hell.
Neverout. No, no; I’ll be sworn Miss has not an Inch of Nun’s Flesh about her.
Miss. I understumble you, Gentlemen.
Neverout. Madam, your humble-cum-dumble.
Ld. Sparkish. Pray, Miss, when did you see your old Acquaintance Mrs. Cloudy? You and She are Two, I hear.
Miss. See her! marry, I don’t care whether I ever see her again, God bless my Eye-sight.
Lady Answ. Lord! why she and you were as great as two Inkle-weavers. I’ve seen her hug you, as the Devil hug’d the Witch.
Miss. That’s true; but I’m told for certain, she’s no better than she should be.
Lady Smart. Well, God mend us all; but you must allow, the World is very censorious: I never heard that she was a naughty Pack.
Col. [to Neverout.] Come, Sir Thomas, when the King pleases; when do you intend to march?