The Footman goes out again, and falls down stairs.
Lady Answ. Neck or nothing; come down, or I'll fetch you down: well, but I hope the poor fellow has not sav'd the hangman a labour.
Neverout. Pray, madam, smoke miss yonder, biting her lips, and playing with her fan.
Miss. Who's that takes my name in vain?
She runs up to them, and falls down.
Lady Smart. What, more falling! do you intend the frolick should go round?
Lady Answ. Why, miss, I wish you may not have broke her ladyship's floor.
Neverout. Miss, come to me, and I'll take you up.
Lady Sparkish. Well, but, without a jest, I hope, miss, you are not hurt.
Col. Nay, she must be hurt for certain; for you see her head is all of a lump.
Miss. Well, remember this, colonel, when I have money, and you have none.
Lady Smart. But, colonel, when do you design to get a house, and a wife, and a fire to put her in?
Miss. Lord! who would be married to a soldier, and carry his knapsack?
Neverout. O, madam: Mars and Venus, you know.
Col. Egad, madam, I'd marry to morrow, if I thought I could bury my wife just when the honeymoon is over; but they say, a woman has as many lives as a cat.
