Neverout. Hang her! they say her father was a baker.
Lady Smart. Ay; but it is not, what is she, but what has she, nowadays.
Col. Tom, faith, put on a bold face for once, and have at the widow. I'll speak a good word for you to her.
Lady Answ. Ay; I warrant, you'll speak one word for him, and two for yourself.
Miss. Well; I had that at my tongue's end.
Lady Answ. Why, miss, they say, good wits jump.
Neverout. Faith, madam, I had rather marry a woman I lov'd, in her smock, than widow Prim, if she had her weight in gold.
Lady Smart. Come, come, Mr. Neverout, marriage is honourable, but housekeeping is a shrew.
Lady Answ. Consider, Mr. Neverout, four bare legs in a bed; and you are a younger brother.
Col. Well, madam; the younger brother is the better gentleman: however, Tom, I would advise you to look before you leap.
Ld. Sparkish. The colonel says true; besides, you can't expect to wive and thrive in the same year.
Miss. [shuddering.] Lord! there's somebody walking over my grave.
Col. Pray, lady Answerall, where was you last Wednesday, when I did myself the honour to wait on you? I think your ladyship is one of the tribe of Gad.
Lady Answ. Why, colonel, I was at church.
Col. Nay, then will I be hang'd, and my horse too.
Neverout. I believe her ladyship was at a church with a chimney in it.
