_Neverout._ Faith, Miss, you have mended it, as a Tinker mends a Kettle; stop one Hole, and make two. _Lady Smart._ Pray, Colonel, are not you very much tann’d? _Col._ Yes, Madam; but a Cup of _Christmas_ Ale will soon wash it off. _Ld. Sparkish._ Lady _Smart_, does not your Ladyship think, Mrs. _Fade_ is mightily alter’d since her Marriage? _Lady Answ._ Why, my Lord, she was handsome in her Time; but she cannot eat her Cake, and have her Cake: I hear she’s grown a mere Otomy. _Lady Smart._ Poor Creature! the Black has set his Foot upon her already. _Miss._ Ay! she has quite lost the Blue on the Plumb. _Lady Smart._ And yet, they say, her Husband is very fond of her still. _Lady Answ._ Oh! Madam; if she would eat Gold, he would give it her. _Neverout._ [_to Lady Smart._] Madam, have you heard, that Lady _Queasy_ was lately at the Playhouse _incog._? _Lady Smart._ What! Lady _Queasy_ of all Women in the World! Do you say it upon Rep? _Neverout._ Poz, I saw her with my own Eyes; she sat among the Mob in the Gallery; her own ugly Fiz: And she saw me look at her. _Col._ Her Ladyship was plaguily bamb’d; I warrant, it put her into the Hipps. _Neverout._ I smoked her huge Nose, and egad she put me in mind of the Woodcock, that strives to hide his long Bill, and then thinks nobody sees him. _Col._ _Tom_, I advise you hold your Tongue; for you’ll never say so good a Thing again. _Lady Smart._ Miss, what are you looking for? _Miss._ Oh! Madam; I have lost the finest Needle—— _Lady Answ._ Why, seek till you find it, and then you won’t lose your Labour. _Neverout._ The Loop of my Hat is broke; how shall I mend it? [_he fastens it with a Pin._] Well, hang them, say I, that has no Shift. _Miss._ Ay, and hang him, that has one too many. _Neverout._ Oh! Miss; I have heard a sad Story of you. _Miss._ I defy you, Mr. _Neverout_; nobody can say, Black’s my Eye. _Neverout._ I believe, you wish they could. _Miss._ Well; but who was your Author? Come, tell Truth, and shame the Devil. _Neverout._ Come then, Miss; guess who it was that told me; come, put on your Considering-cap. _Miss._ Well, who was it? _Neverout._ Why, one that lives within a Mile of an Oak. _Miss._ Well, go hang yourself in your own Garters; for I’m sure, the Gallows groans for you. _Neverout._ Pretty Miss! I was but in Jest. _Miss._ Well, but don’t let that stick in your Gizzard. _Col._ My Lord, does your Lordship know Mrs. _Talkall_? _Ld. Smart._ Only by Sight; but I hear she has a great deal of Wit; and egad, as the Saying is, Mettle to the Back. _Lady Smart._ So I hear. _Col._ Why _Dick Lubber_ said to her t’other Day, Madam, you can’t cry Bo to a Goose: Yes, but I can, said she; and, egad, cry’d Bo full in his Face: We all thought we should break our Hearts with laughing. _Ld. Sparkish._ That was cutting with a Vengeance: and pr’ythee how did the Fool look? _Col._ Look? Egad he look’d for all the World like an Owl in an Ivy Bush.