_Ld. Sparkish._ Come, agree, agree; the Law’s costly. [_Col. taking his Hand from the Hilt._ _Col._ Well, _Tom_, you are never the worse Man to be afraid of me. Come along. _Neverout._ What, do you think, I was born in a Wood, to be afraid of an Owl? I’ll wait on you. I hope Miss _Notable_ will be there; egad she’s very handsome, and has Wit at Will. _Col._ Why every one as they like; as the good Woman said, when she kiss’d her Cow. [_Lord_ Smart’_s House; they knock at the Door; the_ Porter _comes out_. _Ld. Sparkish._ Pray, are you the Porter? _Porter._ Yes, for Want of a better. _Ld. Sparkish._ Is your Lady at Home? _Porter._ She was at Home just now; but she’s not gone out yet. _Neverout._ I warrant, this Rogue’s Tongue is well hung. [_Lady_ Smart’_s Antichamber_. _Lady_ Smart _and Lady_ Answerall _at the Tea-table_. _Lady Smart._ My Lord, your Lordship’s most humble Servant. _Ld. Sparkish._ Madam, you spoke too late; I was your Ladyship’s before. _Lady Smart._ Oh! Colonel, are you here! _Col._ As sure as you’re there, Madam. _Lady Smart._ Oh, Mr. _Neverout_! what, such a Man alive! _Neverout._ Ay, Madam; alive, and alive like to be, at your Ladyship’s Service. _Lady Smart._ Well: I’ll get a Knife, and nick it down, that Mr. _Neverout_ came to our House. And pray, What News Mr. _Neverout_? _Neverout._ Why, Madam, Queen _Elizabeth_’s dead. _Lady Smart._ Well, Mr. _Neverout_, I see you are no Changeling. [_Miss_ Notable _comes in_. _Neverout._ Miss, your Slave: I hope your early Rising will do you no Harm. I hear you are but just come out of the Cloth-Market. _Miss._ I always rise at Eleven, whether it be Day or no. _Col._ Miss, I hope you are up for all Day? _Miss._ Yes, if I don’t get a Fall before Night. _Col._ Miss, I heard you were out of Order; pray, how are you now? _Miss._ Pretty well, Colonel, I thank you. _Col._ Pretty and well, Miss! that’s Two very good things. _Miss._ I mean, I am better than I was. _Neverout._ Why then, ’tis well you were sick. _Miss._ What, Mr. _Neverout_; you take me up, before I’m down. _Lady Smart._ Come, let us leave off Children’s Play, and come to Push-pin. _Miss_ [_to Lady Smart._] Pray, Madam, give me some more Sugar to my Tea. _Col._ Oh! Miss, you must needs be very good-humour’d, you love sweet things so much. _Neverout._ Stir it up with the Spoon, Miss; for the deeper the sweeter. _Lady Smart._ I assure you, Miss, the Colonel has made you a great Compliment. _Miss._ I am sorry for it; for I have heard say, that complimenting is lying. _Lady Smart_ [_to Ld. Sparkish._] My Lord, methinks the Sight of you is good for sore Eyes; if we had known of your Coming, we would have strown Rushes for you: How has your Lordship done this long time? _Col._ Faith, Madam, he’s better in Health, than in good Conditions.