_Col._ Why, then your Ladyship has one Pleasure to come. [——Miss _sighs_.—— _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, why do you sigh? _Miss._ To make a Fool ask, and you are the first. _Neverout._ Why, Miss, I find there is nothing but a Bit and a Blow with you. _Lady Answ._ Why, you must know, Miss is in Love. _Miss._ I wish, my Head may never ake till that Day. _Ld. Sparkish._ Come, Miss, never sigh, but send for him. ——_Lady Smart and Lady Answerall speaking together._] If he be hang’d, he’ll come hopping; and if he be drown’d, he’ll come dropping. _Miss._ Well, I swear, you’d make one die with laughing. [——Miss _plays with a Tea-cup, and_ Neverout _plays with another_.—— _Neverout._ Well; I see, one Fool makes many. _Miss._ And you’re the greatest Fool of any. _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, will you be so kind to tie this String for me with your fair Hands? it will go all in your Day’s Work. _Miss._ Marry, come up, indeed; tie it yourself, you have as many Hands as I; your Man’s Man will have a fine Office truly: Come, pray, stand out of my spitting Place. _Neverout._ Well; but, Miss, don’t be angry. _Miss._ No; I was never angry in my Life but once, and then nobody car’d for it; so I resolv’d never to be angry again. _Neverout._ Well; but if you’ll tie it, you shall never know what I’ll do for you. _Miss._ So I suppose, truly. _Neverout._ Well; but I’ll make you a fine Present one of these Days. _Miss._ Ay; when the Devil’s blind; and his Eyes are not sore yet. _Neverout._ No, Miss; I’ll send it you To-morrow. _Miss._ Well, well: To-morrow’s a new Day; but I suppose, you mean, Tomorrow-come-never. _Neverout._ Oh! ’tis the prettiest Thing: I assure you, there came but Two of them over in Three Ships. _Miss._ Would I could see it, quoth blind _Hugh_. But why did you not bring me a Present of Snuff this Morning? _Neverout._ Because, Miss, you never ask’d me; and ’tis an ill Dog that’s not worth whistling for. _Ld. Sparkish._ [_to Lady Answ._] Pray, Madam, how came your Ladyship last _Thursday_ to go to that odious Puppet-show? _Col._ Why, to be sure, her Ladyship went to see, and to be seen. _Lady Answ._ You have made a fine Speech, Colonel: Pray, what will you take for your Mouth-piece? _Ld. Sparkish._ Take that, Colonel: But, pray, Madam, was my Lady _Snuff_ there? They say, she is extremely handsome. _Lady Smart._ They must not see with my Eyes, that think so. _Neverout._ She may pass Muster well enough. _Lady Answ._ Pray, how old do you take her to be? _Col._ Why, about Five or Six and Twenty. _Miss._ I swear, she’s no Chicken; she’s on the wrong Side of Thirty, if she be a Day. _Lady Answ._ Depend upon it, she’ll never see Five and Thirty, and a Bit to spare. _Col._ Why, they say, she’s one of the chief Toasts in Town. _Lady Smart._ Ay, when all the rest are out of it. _Miss._ Well; I wou’dn’t be as sick as she’s proud, for all the World.