Neverout. But I saw you fill one just now for the colonel: well, I find kissing goes by favour.
Miss. But pray, Mr. Neverout, what lady was that you were talking with in the side box last Tuesday?
Neverout. Miss, can you keep a secret?
Miss. Yes, I can.
Neverout. Well, miss, and so can I.
Col. Odd-so! I have cut my thumb with this cursed knife!
Lady Answ. Ay; that was your mother's fault, because she only warned you not to cut your fingers.
Lady Smart. No, no; 'tis only fools cut their fingers, but wise folks cut their thumbs. —
Miss. I'm sorry for it, but I can't cry.
Col. Don't you think miss is grown?
Lady Answ. Ay, ill weeds grow apace.
A puff of smoke comes down the chimney.
Lady Answ. Lord, madam, does your ladyship's chimney smoke?
Col. No, madam; but they say smoke always pursues the fair, and your ladyship sat nearest.
Lady Smart. Madam, do you love bohea tea?
Lady Answ. Why, madam, I must confess I do love it, but it does not love me.
Miss [to lady Smart.] Indeed, madam, your ladyship is very sparing of your tea: I protest, the last I took was no more than water bewitch'd.
Col. Pray, miss, if I may be so bold, what lover gave you that fine etuy?
Miss. Don't you know? then keep counsel.
