Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, methinks you stand in your own light.
Neverout. Ah! madam, I have done so all my life.
Ld. Sparkish. I'm sure he sits in mine: Prithee, Tom, sit a little farther: I believe your father was no glazier.
Lady Smart. Miss, dear girl, fill me out a dish of tea, for I'm very lazy.
Miss fills a dish of tea, sweetens it, and then tastes it.
Lady Smart. What, miss, will you be my taster?
Miss. No, madam; but they say 'tis an ill cook that can't lick her own fingers.
Neverout. Pray, miss, fill me another.
Miss. Will you have it now, or stay till you get it?
Lady Answ. But, colonel, they say you went to court last night very drunk: nay, I'm told for certain, you had been among the Philistines: no wonder the cat wink'd, when both her eyes were out.
Col. Indeed, madam, that's a lie.
Lady Answ. 'Tis better I should lie than you should lose your good manners: besides, I don't lie, I sit.
Neverout. O faith, colonel, you must own you had a drop in your eye; when I left you, you were half seas over.
Ld. Sparkish. Well, I fear lady Answerall can't live long, she has so much wit.
Neverout. No; she can't live, that's certain; but she may linger thirty or forty years.
Miss. Live long I ay, longer than a cat or a dog, or a better thing.
