Col. I believe she'll never be burnt for a witch.
Ld. Sparkish. They say, marriages are made in Heaven; but I doubt, when she was married, she had no friend there.
Neverout. Well, she's got out of God's blessing into the warm sun.
Col. The fellow's well enough, if he had any guts in his brains.
Lady Smart. They say, thereby hangs a tale.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, he's a mere hobbledehoy, neither a man nor a boy.
Miss. Well, if I were to choose a husband, I would never be married to a little man.
Neverout. Pray, why so, miss? for they say, of all evils we ought to choose the least.
Miss. Because folks would say, when they saw us together, There goes the woman and her husband.
Col. [to Lady Smart.] Will your ladyship be on the Mall to morrow night?
Lady Smart. No, that won't be proper; you know to morrow's Sunday.
Lord Sparkish. What then, madam! they say, the better day, the better deed.
Lady Answ. Pray, Mr. Neverout, how do you like lady Fruzz?
Neverout. Pox on her! she's as old as Poles[1].
Miss. So will you be, if you ben't hang'd when you're young.
Neverout. Come, miss, let us be friends: will you go to the park this evening?
Miss. With all my heart, and a piece of my liver; but not with you.
- ↑ For St. Paul's church.
