Lady Answ. O! miss, you must give your vardi too!
Ld. Sparkish. Miss, shall I fill you another dish of tea?
Miss. Indeed, my lord, I have drank enough.
Ld. Sparkish. Come, it will do you more good than a month's fasting; here, take it.
Miss. No, I thank your lordship; enough's as good as a feast.
Ld. Sparkish. Well; but if you always say no, you'll never be married.
Lady Answ. Do, my lord, give her a dish; for, they say, maids will say no, and take it.
Ld. Sparkish. Well; and I dare say, miss is a maid in thought, word, and deed.
Neverout. I would not take my oath of that.
Miss. Pray, sir, speak for yourself.
Lady Smart. Fie, miss; they say maids should be seen, and not heard.
Lady Answ. Good miss, stir the fire, that the tea kettle may boil. — You have done it very well; now it burns purely. Well, miss, you'll have a cheerful husband.
Miss. Indeed, your ladyship could have stirred it much better.
Lady Answ. I know that very well, hussy; but I won't keep a dog, and bark myself.
Neverout. What! you are sick, miss.
Miss. Not at all; for her ladyship meant you.
Neverout. O! faith, miss, you are in lob's pound; get out as you can.
Miss. I won't quarrel with my bread and butter for all that; I know when I'm well.
Lady Answ. Well; but miss —
