_Miss._ I’m glad you had any to lose. _Lady Smart._ Well, but what do you mean? _Neverout._ Egad, I kick’d my Foot against a Stone, and tore off the Heel of my Shoe, and was forc’d to limp to a Cobler in the _Pall Mall_, to have it put on. He, he, he. [_All laugh._ _Col._ Oh! ’twas a delicate Night to run away with another Man’s Wife. [——Neverout _sneezes_.—— _Miss._ God bless you, if you ha’n’t taken Snuff. _Neverout._ Why, what if I have, Miss? _Miss._ Why, then, the Duce take you. _Neverout._ Miss, I want that Diamond-Ring of yours. _Miss._ Why, then, Want’s like to be your Master. [——Neverout _looking at the Ring_.—— _Neverout._ Ay, marry, this is not only but also; where did you get it? _Miss._ Why, where ’twas to be had; where the Devil got the Friar. _Neverout._ Well; if I had such a fine Diamond-Ring, I woudn’t stay a Day in _England_: But you know, far-fetch’d and dear-bought is fit for Ladies. I warrant, this cost your Father Twopence half-penny. [——Miss _sitting between_ Neverout _and the_ Colonel.—— _Miss._ Well; here’s a Rose between Two Nettles. _Neverout._ No, Madam; with Submission, here’s a Nettle between Two Roses. [——Colonel _stretching himself_.—— _Lady Smart._ Why, Colonel, you break the King’s Laws; you stretch without a Halter. _Lady Answ._ Colonel, some Ladies of your Acquaintance have promis’d to breakfast with you, and I am to wait on them; what will you give us? _Col._ Why, faith, Madam, Batchelors Fare; Bread and Cheese, and Kisses. _Lady Answ._ Poh! what have you Batchelors to do with your Money, but to treat the Ladies? you have nothing to keep but your own Four Quarters. _Lady Smart._ My Lord, has Captain _Brag_ the Honour to be related to your Lordship? _Ld. Sparkish._ Very nearly, Madam; he’s my Cousin-German quite remov’d. _Lady Answ._ Pray, is he not rich? _Ld. Sparkish._ Ay, a rich Rogue, Two Shirts and a Rag. _Col._ Well, however, they say, he has a great Estate, but only the Right Owner keeps him out of it. _Lady Smart._ What Religion is he of? _Ld. Sparkish._ Why, he is an _Anythingarian_. _Lady Answ._ I believe, he has his Religion to chuse, my Lord. [——Neverout _scratches his Neck_.—— _Miss._ Fie, Mr. _Neverout_, ar’n’t you asham’d! I beg Pardon for the Expression, but I’m afraid, your Bosom-friends are become your Back-biters. _Neverout._ Well, Miss, I saw a Flea once on your Pinner, and a L—— is a Man’s Companion, but a Flea is a Dog’s Companion: However, I wish, you would scratch my Neck with your pretty white Hand. _Miss._ And who would be Fool then? I wou’dn’t touch a Man’s Flesh for the Universe: You have the wrong Sow by the Ear, I assure you! that’s Meat for your Master. _Neverout._ Miss _Notable_, all Quarrels laid aside, pray, step hither for a Moment. _Miss._ I’ll wash my Hands, and wait on you, Sir; but, pray, come hither, and try to open this Lock. _Neverout._ We’ll try what we can do.