Miss. Lord, my petticoat! how it hangs by jommetry!
Neverout. Perhaps the fault may be in your shape.
Miss. [looking gravely] Come, Mr. Neverout, there's no jest like the true jest; but I suppose you think my back's broad enough to bear every thing.
Neverout. Madam, I humbly beg your pardon.
Miss. Well, sir, your pardon's granted.
Neverout. Well, all things have an end, and a pudden has two, up-up-on me-my-my word.
Miss. What! Mr, Neverout, can't you speak without a spoon?
Ld. Sparkish. [to lady Smart.] Has your ladyship seen the duchess since your falling out?
Lady Smart. Never, my lord, but once at a visit; and she look'd at me as the devil look'd over Lincoln.
Neverout. Pray, miss, take a pinch of my snuff.
Miss. What! you break my head, and give me a plaster; well, with all my heart; once, and not use it.
Neverout. Well, miss; if you wanted me and your victuals, you'd want your two best friends.
Col. [to Neverout.] Tom, miss and you must kiss and be friends.
Neverout salutes Miss.
Miss. Any thing for a quiet life: my nose itch'd, and I knew I should drink wine, or kiss a fool.
Col. Well, Tom, if that ben't fair, hang fair.
Neverout. I never said a rude thing to a lady in my life.
