Lady Smart. I remember, you told me, you had been with her from Dan to Beersheba?
Colonel spits.
Col. Lord! I shall die; I cannot spit from me.
Miss. O! Mr. Neverout, my little Countess has just litter'd; speak me fair, and I'll set you down for a puppy.
Neverout. Why, miss, if I speak you fair, perhaps I mayn't tell truth.
Ld. Sparkish. Ay, but Tom, smoke that, she calls you puppy by craft.
Neverout. Well, miss, you ride the fore horse to day.
Miss. Ay, many a one says well, that thinks ill.
Neverout. Fie, miss; you said that once before; and, you know, too much of one thing is good for nothing.
Miss. Why, sure we can't say a good thing too often.
Ld. Sparkish. Well, so much for that, and butter for fish; let us call another cause. Pray, madam, does your ladyship know Mrs. Nice?
Lady Smart. Perfectly well, my lord; she's nice by name, and nice by nature.
Ld. Sparkish. Is it possible she could take that booby Tom Blunder for love;
Miss. She had good skill in horse flesh, that would choose a goose to ride on.
Lady Answ. Why, my lord, 'twas her fate; they say, marriage and hanging go by destiny.
was never seen without his pig, "To follow like a Tantiny pig," became a common saying, to express a person constantly attending at the heels of another.
