Ld. Smart. And pray, sir John, what do you say to my wine?
Sir John. I'll take another glass first: second thoughts are best.
Ld. Sparkish. Pray, lady Smart, you sit near that ham; will you please to send me a bit?
Lady Smart. With all my heart. [She sends him a piece] Pray, my lord, how do you like it?
Ld. Sparkish. I think it is a limb of Lot's wife. [He eats it with mustard] Egad, my lord, your mustard is very uncivil.
Lady Smart. Why uncivil, my lord?
Ld. Sparkish. Because it takes me by the nose, egad.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, I find you are a very good carver.
Col. O madam, that is no wonder; for you must know, Tom Neverout carves o' Sundays.
Neverout overturns the saltcellar.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, you have overturn'd the salt, and that's a sign of anger: I'm afraid miss and you will fall out.
Lady Answ. No, no; throw a little of it into the fire, and all will be well.
Neverout. O, madam, the falling out of lovers, you know.
Miss. Lovers! very fine! fall out with him! I wonder when we were in.
Sir John. For my part, I believe the young gentlewoman is his sweetheart, there's so much fooling and fiddling betwixt them: I'm sure, they say in
