Neverout. Why, I'll take it, or let it alone.
Miss. You are a provoking creature.
Sir John. [talking with a glass of wine in his hand.] I remember a farmer in our country —
Ld. Smart. [interrupting him.] Pray, sir John, did you ever hear of parson Palmer?
Sir John. No, my lord; what of him?
Ld. Smart. Why, he used to preach over his liquor.
Sir John. I beg your lordship's pardon; here's your lordship's health; I'd drink it up, if it were a mile to the bottom.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, have you been at the new play?
Neverout. Yes, madam, I went the first night.
Lady Smart. Well, and how did it take?
Neverout. Why, madam, the poet is damn'd.
Sir John. God forgive you! that's very uncharitable; you ought not to judge so rashly of any Christian.
Neverout. [whispers lady Smart.] Was ever such a dunce? How well he knows the town! See how he stares like a stuck pig! Well, but, sir John, are you acquainted with any of our fine ladies yet?
Sir John. No; damn your fireships, I have a wife of my own.
Lady Smart. Pray, my lady Answerall, how do you like these preserved oranges?
Lady Answ. Indeed, madam, the only fault I find is, that they are too good.
Lady Smart. O madam; I have heard 'em say, that too good is stark naught.
