_Col._ [_to Lady Smart._] Will your Ladyship be on the _Mall_ To-morrow Night? _Lady Smart._ No, that won’t be proper; you know, To-morrow’s _Sunday_? _Ld. Sparkish._ What then, Madam! they say, the better Day, the better Deed. _Lady Answ._ Pray, Mr. _Neverout_, how do you like Lady _Fruzz_? _Neverout._ Pox on her! she’s as old as _Poles_. _Miss._ So will you be, if you ben’t hang’d when you’re young. _Neverout._ Come, Miss, let us be Friends: Will you go to the Park this Evening? _Miss._ With all my Heart, and a Piece of my Liver; but not with you. _Lady Smart._ I’ll tell you one thing, and that’s not two; I’m afraid I shall get a Fit of the Headach To-day. _Col._ Oh! Madam, don’t be afraid, it comes with a Fright. _Miss._ [_to Lady Answ._] Madam; one of your Ladyship’s Lappets is longer than t’other. _Lady Answ._ Well, no Matter; they that ride on a trotting Horse will ne’er perceive it. _Neverout._ Indeed, Miss, your Lappets hang worse. _Miss._ Well, I love a Lyar in my Heart, and you fit me to a Hair. [——Miss _rises up_.—— _Neverout._ Duce take you, Miss! you trod on my Foot: I hope you don’t intend to come to my Bedside. _Miss._ In Troth, you are afraid of your Friends, and none of them near you. _Ld. Sparkish._ Well said, Girl! [_giving her a Chuck._] Take that; they say, a Chuck under the Chin is worth Two Kisses. _Lady Answ._ But, Mr. _Neverout_, I wonder why such a handsome, strait, young Gentleman as you, do not get some rich Widow. _Ld. Sparkish._ Strait! Ay, strait as my Leg, and that’s crooked at Knee. _Neverout._ Faith, Madam, if it rain’d rich Widows, none of them would fall upon me. Egad, I was born under a Threepenny Planet, never to be worth a Groat. _Lady Answ._ No, Mr. _Neverout_; I believe you were born with a Cawl on your Head; you are such a Favourite among the Ladies: But what think you of Widow _Prim_? she’s immensely rich. _Neverout._ Hang her! they say, her Father was a Baker. _Lady Smart._ Ay; but it is not what is she? but what has she? now-a-days. _Col._ _Tom_, faith, put on a bold Face for once, and have at the Widow. I’ll speak a good Word for you to her. _Lady Answ._ Ay; I warrant, you’ll speak one Word for him, and two for yourself. _Miss._ Well; I had that at my Tongue’s End. _Lady Answ._ Why, Miss, they say, good Wits jump. _Neverout._ Faith, Madam, I had rather marry a Woman I lov’d, in her Smock, than Widow _Prim_, if she had her Weight in Gold. _Lady Smart._ Come, come, Mr. _Neverout_; Marriage is honourable, but Housekeeping is a Shrew. _Lady Answ._ Consider, Mr. _Neverout_, Four bare Legs in a Bed; and you are a younger Brother. _Col._ Well, Madam; the younger Brother is the better Gentleman: However, _Tom_, I would advise you to look before you leap. _Ld. Sparkish._ The Colonel says true: Besides, you can’t expect to wive and thrive in the same Year. _Miss._ [_shuddering._] Lord! there’s somebody walking over my Grave.