_Lady Answ._ Marry, come up, What, plain _Neverout_! methinks you might have an M under your Girdle, Miss. _Lady Smart._ Well, well, naught’s never in Danger; I warrant, Miss will spit in her Hand, and hold fast. Colonel, do you like this Bisket? _Col._ I’m like all Fools; I love every Thing that’s good. _Lady Smart._ Well, and isn’t it pure good? _Col._ ’Tis better than a worse. [——_Footman brings the Colonel a Letter._—— _Lady Answ._ I suppose, Colonel, that’s a Billet-doux from your Mistress. _Col._ Egad, I don’t know whence it comes; but whoe’er writ it, writes a Hand like a Foot. _Miss._ Well, you may make a Secret of it, but we can spell, and put together. _Neverout._ Miss, What spells B double Uzzard? _Miss._ Buzzard in your Teeth, Mr. _Neverout_. _Lady Smart._ Now you are up, Mr. _Neverout_, Will you do me the Favour, to do me the Kindness, to take off the Tea-kettle? _Ld. Sparkish._ I wonder what makes these Bells ring. _Lady Answ._ Why, my Lord, I suppose, because they pull the Ropes. [_Here all laugh._ [——Neverout _plays with a Tea-cup_.—— _Miss._ Now a Child would have cry’d half an Hour before it would have found out such a pretty Plaything. _Lady Smart._ Well said, Miss: I vow, Mr. _Neverout_, the Girl is too hard for you. _Neverout._ Ay, Miss will say any Thing but her Prayers, and those she whistles. _Miss._ Pray, Colonel, make me a Present of that pretty Penknife? _Ld. Sparkish._ Ay, Miss, catch him at that, and hang him. _Col._ Not for the World, dear Miss; it will cut Love. _Ld. Sparkish._ Colonel, you shall be married first, I was just going to say that. _Lady Smart._ Well, but for all that, I can tell who is a great Admirer of Miss: Pray, Miss, how do you like Mr. _Spruce_? I swear I have often seen him cast a Sheep’s Eye out of a Calf’s Head at you: Deny it if you can. _Miss._ Oh! Madam; all the World knows, that Mr. _Spruce_ is a general Lover. _Col._ Come, Miss, ’tis too true to make a Jest on. [——_Miss blushes._—— _Lady Answ._ Well, however, Blushing is some Sign of Grace. _Neverout._ Miss says nothing; but I warrant she pays it off with Thinking. _Miss._ Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, you are pleas’d to divert yourselves; but, as I hope to be sav’d, there’s nothing in it. _Lady Smart._ Touch a gall’d Horse, and he’ll wince: Love will creep where it dare not go: I’d hold a hundred Pound Mr. _Neverout_ was the Inventor of that Story; and, Colonel, I doubt you had a Finger in the Pye. _Lady Answ._ But, Colonel, you forgot to salute Miss when you came in; she said you had not been here a long time. _Miss._ Fie, Madam! I vow, Colonel, I said no such thing; I wonder at your Ladyship! _Col._ Miss, I beg your Pardon—— [_Goes to salute her, she struggles a little._—— _Miss._ Well, I had rather give a Knave a Kiss, for once, than be troubled with him; but, upon my Word, you are more bold than welcome.