_Col._ Pray, Lady _Answerall_, where was you last _Wednesday_, when I did myself the Honour to wait on you? I think, your Ladyship is one of the Tribe of _Gad_. _Lady Answ._ Why, Colonel, I was at Church. _Col._ Nay, then will I be hang’d, and my Horse too. _Neverout._ I believe her Ladyship was at a Church with a Chimney in it. _Miss._ Lord, my Petticoat! how it hangs by Jommetry. _Neverout._ Perhaps the Fault may be in your Shape. _Miss._ [_looking gravely._] Come, Mr. _Neverout_, there’s no Jest like the true Jest; but, I suppose, you think my Back’s broad enough to bear every Thing. _Neverout._ Madam, I humbly beg your Pardon. _Miss._ Well, Sir, your Pardon’s granted. _Neverout._ Well, all Things have an End, and a Pudden has two, up-up-on my-my-my Word. [_stutters._] _Miss._ What! Mr. _Neverout_, can’t you speak without a Spoon? _Ld. Sparkish._ [_to Lady Smart._] Has your Ladyship seen the Duchess since your falling out? _Lady Smart._ Never, my Lord, but once at a Visit; and she look’d at me, as the Devil look’d over _Lincoln_. _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, take a Pinch of my Snuff. _Miss._ What! you break my Head, and give me a Plaister; well, with all my Heart; once, and not use it. _Neverout._ Well, Miss; if you wanted me and your Victuals, you’d want your Two best Friends. _Col._ [_to Neverout._] _Tom_, Miss and you must kiss, and be Friends. [Neverout _salutes_ Miss. _Miss._ Any thing for a quiet Life: my Nose itch’d, and I knew I should drink Wine, or kiss a Fool. _Col._ Well, _Tom_, if that ben’t fair, hang fair. _Neverout._ I never said a rude Thing to a Lady in my Life. _Miss._ Here’s a Pin for that Lye; I’m sure Lyars had need of good Memories. Pray, Colonel, was not he very uncivil to me but just now? _Lady Answ._ Mr. _Neverout_, if Miss will be angry for nothing, take my Council, and bid her turn the Buckle of her Girdle behind her. _Neverout._ Come, Lady _Answerall_, I know better Things; Miss and I are good Friends; don’t put Tricks upon Travellers. _Col._ _Tom_, not a Word of the Pudden, I beg you. _Lady Smart._ Ah, Colonel! you’ll never be good, nor then neither. _Ld. Sparkish._ Which of the Goods d’ye mean? good for something, or good for nothing? _Miss._ I have a Blister on my Tongue; yet, I don’t remember, I told a Lye. _Lady Answ._ I thought you did just now. _Ld. Sparkish._ Pray, Madam, what did Thought do? _Lady Answ._ Well, for my Life, I cannot conceive what your Lordship means. _Ld. Sparkish._ Indeed, Madam, I meant no Harm. _Lady Smart._ No, to be sure, my Lord! you are as innocent as a Devil of Two Years old. _Neverout._ Madam, they say, ill Doers are ill Deemers: but I don’t apply it to your Ladyship. [Miss _mending a Hole in her Lace_. _Miss._ Well, you see, I’m mending; I hope I shall be good in time; look, Lady _Answerall_, is not it well mended? _Lady Answ._ Ay, this is something like a Tansy.