_Ld. Sparkish._ Yes, Madam; we were neither Sugar nor Salt; we were not afraid the Rain would melt us. He, he, he. [_Laugh._ _Col._ It rain’d, and the Sun shone at the same time. _Neverout._ Why, then the Devil was beating his Wife behind the Door, with a Shoulder of Mutton. [——_Laugh._—— _Col._ A blind Man would be glad to see that. _Lady Smart._ Mr. _Neverout_, methinks you stand in your own Light. _Neverout._ Ah! Madam, I have done so all my Life. _Ld. Sparkish._ I’m sure he sits in mine: Prythee, _Tom_, sit a little farther: I believe your Father was no Glasier. _Lady Smart._ Miss, dear Girl, fill me out a Dish of Tea, for I’m very lazy. [_Miss fills a Dish of Tea, sweetens it, and then tastes it._ _Lady Smart._ What, Miss, Will you be my Taster? _Miss._ No, Madam; but, they say, ’tis an ill Cook, that can’t lick her own Fingers. _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, fill me another. _Miss._ Will you have it now, or stay till you get it? _Lady Answ._ But, Colonel, they say, you went to Court last Night very drunk: Nay, I’m told for certain, you had been among _Philistines_: No Wonder the Cat wink’d, when both her Eyes were out. _Col._ Indeed, Madam, that’s a Lye. _Lady Answ._ ’Tis better I should lye, than you should lose your good Manners: Besides, I don’t lie; I sit. _Neverout._ O faith, Colonel, you must own you had a Drop in your Eye: When I left you, you were half Seas over. _Ld. Sparkish._ Well, I fear, Lady _Answerall_ can’t live long, she has so much Wit. _Neverout._ No; she can’t live, that’s certain; but she may linger Thirty or Forty Years. _Miss._ Live long; ay, longer than a Cat, or a Dog, or a better thing. _Lady Answ._ Oh! Miss, you must give your Vardi too! _Ld. Sparkish._ Miss, Shall I fill you another Dish of Tea? _Miss._ Indeed, my Lord, I have drank enough. _Ld. Sparkish._ Come, it will do you more good than a Month’s Fasting; here, take it. _Miss._ No, I thank your Lordship; enough’s as good as a Feast. _Ld. Sparkish._ Well; but if you always say No, you’ll never be married. _Lady Answ._ Do, my Lord, give her a Dish; for, they say, Maids will say No, and take it. _Ld. Sparkish._ Well; and I dare say, Miss is a Maid in Thought, Word, and Deed. _Neverout._ I would not take my Oath of that. _Miss._ Pray, Sir, speak for yourself. _Lady Smart._ Fie, Miss; they say, Maids should be seen, and not heard. _Lady Answ._ Good Miss, stir the Fire, that the Tea-Kettle may boil.—You have done it very well; now it burns purely. Well, Miss, you’ll have a chearful Husband. _Miss._ Indeed, your Ladyship could have stirr’d it much better. _Lady Answ._ I know that very well, Hussy; but I won’t keep a Dog, and bark myself. _Neverout._ What! you are sick, Miss. _Miss._ Not at all; for her Ladyship meant you. _Neverout._ Oh! faith, Miss, you are in Lob’s-pound; get out as you can. _Miss._ I won’t quarrel with my Bread and Butter for all that: I know when I’m well. _Lady Answ._ Well; but Miss——