Ld. Smart. Mr. Neverout, you ha'nt tasted my cider yet.
Neverout. No, my lord; I have been just eating soup; and they say, if one drinks with one's porridge, one will cough in one's grave.
Ld. Smart. Come, take miss's glass, she wish'd it was in your guts; let her have her wish for once: ladies can't abide to have their inclinations cross'd.
Lady Smart. [to sir John] I think, Sir John, you have not tasted the venison yet.
Sir John. I seldom eat it, madam; however, please to send me a little of the crust.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, sir John, you had as good eat the devil as the broth he is boil'd in.
Col. Well, this eating and drinking takes away a body's stomach, as lady Answerall says.
Neverout. I have dined as well as my lord mayor.
Miss. I thought I could have eaten this wing of a chicken; but my eye's bigger than my belly.
Ld. Smart. Indeed, lady Answerall, you have eaten nothing.
Lady Answ. Pray, my lord, see all the bones on my plate: they say a carpenter's known by his chips.
Neverout. Miss, will you reach me that glass of jelly?
Miss. [giving it to him] You see, 'tis but ask and have.
Neverout. Miss, I would have a bigger glass.
Miss. What? you don't know your own mind; you are neither well, full nor fasting; I think that is enough.
Neverout. Ay, one of the enoughs; I am sure it is little enough.
