Lady Answ. I'll tell you, colonel, who gave it her: it was the best lover she will ever have while she lives, her own dear papa.
Neverout. Methinks, miss, I don't much like the colour of that ribbon.
Miss. Why then, Mr. Neverout, do you see, if you don't much like it, you may look off it.
Ld. Sparkish. I don't doubt, madam, but your ladyship has heard that sir John Brisk has got an employment at court.
Lady Smart. Yes, yes; and I warrant he thinks himself no small fool now.
Neverout. Yes, madam, I have heard some people take him for a wise man.
Lady Smart. Ay, ay; some are wise, and some are otherwise.
Lady Answ. Do you know him, Mr. Neverout?
Neverout. Know him! ay, as well as the beggar knows his dish.
Col. Well; I can only say that he has better luck than honester folks: but pray, how came he to get this employment?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, by chance, as the man kill'd the devil.
Neverout. Why, miss, you are in a brown study; what's the matter? methinks you look like mumchance, that was hang'd for saying nothing.
Miss. I'd have you to know, I scorn your words.
Neverout. Well; but scornful dogs will eat dirty puddings.
Miss. Well; my comfort is, your tongue is no slander. What! you would not have one be always on the high grin?
