Lady Smart. Pray, colonel, are you not very much tann'd?
Col. Yes, madam; but a cup of Christmas ale will soon wash it off.
Ld. Sparkish. Lady Smart, does not your ladyship think Mrs. Fade is mightily alter'd since her marriage?
Lady Answ. Why, my lord, she was handsome in her time; but she cannot eat her cake and have her cake: I hear she's grown a mere otomy.
Lady Smart. Poor creature! the black ox has set his foot upon her already.
Miss. Ay, she has quite lost the blue on the plum.
Lady Smart. And yet, they say, her husband is very fond of her still.
Lady Answ. O, madam, if she would eat gold, he would give it her.
Neverout. [to lady Smart.] Madam, have you heard that lady Queasy was lately at the playhouse incog?
Lady Smart. What! lady Queasy of all women in the world! Do you say it upon rep?
Neverout. Poz, I saw her with my own eyes; she sat among the mob in the gallery; her own ugly phiz: and she saw me look at her.
Col. Her ladyship was plaguily bamb'd; I warrant it put her into the hipps.
Neverout. I smoked her huge nose, and, egad, she put me in mind of the woodcock, that strives to hide his long bill, and then thinks nobody sees him.
Col. Tom, I advise you, hold your tongue; for you'll never say so good a thing again.
