_Ld. Sparkish._ Well; I see there’s no worse Friend than one brings from Home with one; and I am not the first Man has carry’d a Rod to whip himself. _Neverout._ Here’s Miss, has not a Word to throw at a Dog. Come; a Penny for your Thoughts. _Miss._ It is not worth a Farthing; for I was thinking of you. [_Col._——_rising up._—— _Lady Smart._ Colonel, Where are you going so soon? I hope you did not come to fetch Fire. _Col._ Madam, I must needs go Home for half an Hour. _Miss._ Why, Colonel, they say, the Devil’s at Home. _Lady Answerall._ Well, but sit while you stay; ’tis as cheap sitting as standing. _Col._ No, Madam; while I’m standing I’m going. _Miss._ Nay, let him go; I promise him, we won’t tear his Cloaths to hold him. _Lady Smart._ I suppose, Colonel, we keep you from better Company; I mean only as to myself. _Col._ Madam, I am all Obedience. [_Col. sits down._ _Lady Smart._ Lord, Miss, how can you drink your Tea so hot? Sure your Mouth’s pav’d. How do you like this Tea, Colonel? _Col._ Well enough, Madam; but methinks it is a little more-ish. _Lady Smart._ Oh, Colonel! I understand you. _Betty_, bring the Canister: I have but very little of this Tea left; but I don’t love to make two Wants of one; want when I have it, and want when I have it not. He, he, he, he. [_Laughs._ _Lady Answ._ [_to the Maid._] Why, sure, _Betty_, you are bewitch’d; the Cream is burnt to. _Betty._ Why, Madam, the Bishop has set his Foot in it. _Lady Smart._ Go, you Girl, and warm some fresh Cream. _Betty._ Indeed, Madam, there’s none left; for the Cat has eaten it all. _Lady Smart._ I doubt, it was a Cat with Two Legs. _Miss._ Colonel, Don’t you love Bread and Butter with your Tea? _Col._ Yes, in a Morning, Miss: For they say, Butter is Gold in a Morning, Silver at Noon, but it is Lead at Night. _Neverout._ Miss, the Weather is so hot, that my Butter melts on my Bread. _Lady Answ._ Why, Butter, I’ve heard ’em say, is mad twice a Year. _Ld. Sparkish._ [_to the Maid._] Mrs. _Betty_, how does your Body Politick? _Col._ Fie, my Lord; you’ll make Mrs. _Betty_ blush. _Lady Smart._ Blush! ay, blush like a blue Dog. _Neverout._ Pray, Mrs. _Betty_, Are not you _Tom Johnson_’s Daughter? _Betty._ So my Mother tells me, Sir. _Ld. Sparkish._ But, Mrs. _Betty_, I hear you are in Love. _Betty._ My Lord, I thank God, I hate nobody; I am in Charity with all the World. _Lady Smart._ Why, Wench, I think, thy Tongue runs upon Wheels this Morning: How came you by that Scratch on your Nose? Have you been fighting with the Cats? _Col._ [_to Miss._] Miss, When will you be married? _Miss._ One of these Odd-come-shortly’s, Colonel. _Neverout._ Yes; they say, the Match is half made, the Spark is willing, but Miss is not. _Miss._ I suppose, the Gentleman has got his own Consent for it. _Lady Answ._ Pray, My Lord, did you walk through the Park in this Rain?