Ld. Smart. Come, they say, 'tis merry in the hall when beards wag all.
Lady Smart. Miss, shall I help you to some cheese, or will you carve for yourself?
Neverout. I'll hold fifty pounds, miss won't cut the cheese.
Miss. Pray, why so, Mr. Neverout?
Neverout. O, there is a reason, and you know it well enough.
Miss. I can't for my life understand what the gentleman means.
Ld. Smart. Pray, Tom, change the discourse: in troth you are too bad.
Col. [whispers Neverout] Smoke miss; faith, you have made her fret like gum taffeta.
Lady Smart. Well, but, miss, (hold your tongue, Mr. Neverout) shall I cut you a piece of cheese?
Miss. No, really, madam; I have dined this half hour.
Lady Smart. What! quick at meat, quick at work, they say.
Sir John nods.
Ld. Smart. What! are you sleepy, sir John? do you sleep after dinner?
Sir John. Yes, faith; I sometimes take a nap after my pipe; for when the belly is full, the bones would be at rest.
Lady Smart. Come, colonel; help yourself, and your friends will love you the better. [To Lady Answ.] Madam, your ladyship eats nothing.
Lady Answ. Lord, madam, I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise; I swear, my jaws are weary of chewing.
