_Col._ Ay, ay; it goes all one way. _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, What’s a Clock? _Miss._ Why, you must know, ’tis a Thing like a Bell; and you are a Fool that can’t tell. _Neverout._ [_to Lady Answ._] Pray, Madam, do you tell me; for I have let my Watch run down. _Lady Answ._ Why, ’tis half an Hour past Hanging-time. _Col._ Well; I am like the Butcher, that was looking for his Knife, and had it in his Mouth: I have been searching my Pockets for my Snuff-box, and, egad, here ’tis in my Hand. _Miss._ If it had been a Bear, it would have bit you, Colonel: Well, I wish, I had such a Snuff-box. _Neverout._ You’ll be long enough before you wish your Skin full of Eyelet-Holes. _Col._ Wish in one Hand,—— _Miss._ Out upon you: Lord, what can the Man mean? _Ld. Sparkish._ This Tea’s very hot. _Lady Answ._ Why, it came from a hot Place, my Lord. [——Colonel _spills his Tea_.—— _Lady Smart._ That’s as well done as if I had done it myself. _Col._ Madam, I find, you live by ill Neighbours; when you are forc’d to praise yourself. _Lady Smart._ So they pray’d me to tell you. _Neverout._ Well, I won’t drink a Drop more; if I do, ’twill go down like chopt Hay. _Miss._ Pray, don’t say No, till you are ask’d. _Neverout._ Well, what you please, and the rest again. [——Miss _stooping for a Pin_.—— _Miss._ I have heard ’em say, that a Pin a Day is a Groat a Year. Well, as I hope to be married, forgive me for swearing; I vow, ’tis a Needle. _Col._ Oh! the wonderful Works of Nature: That a black Hen should have a white Egg! _Neverout._ What! you have found a Mare’s Nest; and laugh at the Eggs. _Miss._ Pray, keep your Breath to cool your Porridge. _Neverout._ Miss, there was a very pleasant Accident last Night in St. _James_’s Park. _Miss._ [_to Lady Smart._] What was it your Ladyship was going to say just now? _Neverout._ Well, Miss; tell a Mare a Tale—— _Miss._ I find, you love to hear yourself talk. _Neverout._ Why, if you won’t hear my Tale, kiss my, _&c._ _Miss._ Out upon you, for a filthy Creeter! _Neverout._ What, Miss! must I tell you a Story, and find you Ears? _Ld. Sparkish._ [_to Lady Smart._] Pray, Madam, don’t you think Mrs. _Spendal_ very genteel? _Lady Smart._ Why, my Lord, I think she was cut out for a Gentlewoman, but she was spoil’d in the Making: She wears her Cloaths, as if they were thrown on her with a Pitch-Fork; and, for the Fashion, I believe they were made in the Reign of Queen _Bess_. _Neverout._ Well, that’s neither here nor there; for you know, the more careless, the more modish. _Col._ Well, I’d hold a Wager, there will be a Match between her and _Dick Dolt_; and I believe, I can see as far into a Millstone as another Man. _Miss._ Colonel, I must beg your Pardon a Thousand Times; but they say, An old Ape has an old Eye. _Neverout._ Miss, what do you mean! you’ll spoil the Colonel’s Marriage, if you call him old. _Col._ Not so old, nor yet so cold. You know the rest, Miss.