[——_Somebody knocks at the Door._—— Footman _comes in_. _Footman._ [_to Col._] An please your Honour, there’s a Man below wants to speak to you. _Col._ Ladies, your Pardon for a Minute. [Col. _goes out_. _Lady Smart._ Miss, I sent yesterday to know how you did, but you were gone abroad early. _Miss._ Why, indeed, Madam, I was hunch’d up in a Hackney-Coach with Three Country Acquaintance, who call’d upon me to take the Air as far as _Highgate_. _Lady Smart._ And had you a pleasant Airing? _Miss._ No, Madam; it rain’d all the Time; I was jolted to Death, and the Road was so bad, that I scream’d every Moment, and call’d to the Coachman, Pray, Friend, don’t spill us. _Neverout._ So, Miss, you were afraid, that Pride wou’d have a Fall. _Miss._ Mr. _Neverout_, when I want a Fool, I’ll send for you. _Ld. Sparkish._ Miss, didn’t your Left Ear burn last Night? _Miss._ Pray, why, my Lord? _Ld. Sparkish._ Because I was then in some Company where you were extoll’d to the Skies, I assure you. _Miss._ My Lord, that was more their Goodness, than my Desert. _Ld. Sparkish._ They said, that you were a complete Beauty. _Miss._ My Lord, I am as God made me. _Lady Smart._ The Girl’s well enough, if she had but another Nose. _Miss._ Oh! Madam, I know I shall always have your good Word; you love to help a lame Dog over the Style. [——_One knocks._—— _Lady Smart._ Who’s there? you’re on the wrong Side of the Door; come in, if you be fat. [——Colonel _comes in again_.—— _Ld. Sparkish._ Why, Colonel, you are a Man of great Business. _Col._ Ay, ay, my Lord, I’m like my Lord Mayor’s Fool; full of Business, and nothing to do. _Lady Smart._ My Lord, don’t you think the Colonel mightily fall’n away of late? _Ld. Sparkish._ Ay; fall’n from a Horse-load to a Cart-load. _Col._ Why, my Lord, egad I am like a Rabbit, fat and lean in Four-and-twenty Hours. _Lady Smart._ I assure you, the Colonel walks as strait as a Pin. _Miss._ Yes; he’s a handsome-body’d Man in the Face. _Neverout._ A handsome Foot and Leg: God-a-mercy Shoe and Stocking! _Col._ What! Three upon One! that’s foul Play: This wou’d make a Parson swear. _Neverout._ Why, Miss, what’s the Matter? You look as if you had neither won nor lost. _Col._ Why, you must know, Miss lives upon Love. _Miss._ Yes; upon Love and Lumps of the Cupboard. _Lady Answ._ Ay; they say, Love and Peas-porridge are two dangerous Things; one breaks the Heart, and the other the Belly. _Miss._ [_imitating Lady_ Answerall’_s Tone._] Very pretty! One breaks the Heart, and the other the Belly. _Lady Answ._ Have a Care; they say, mocking is catching. _Miss._ I never heard that. _Neverout._ Why, then, Miss, you have a Wrinkle——more than ever you had before. _Miss._ Well; live and learn. _Neverout._ Ay; and be hang’d, and forget all. _Miss._ Well, Mr. _Neverout_, take it as you please; but I swear, you are a saucy Jack, to use such Expressions.