_Miss._ I understumble you, Gentlemen. _Neverout._ Madam, your humble-cum-dumble. _Ld. Sparkish._ Pray, Miss, when did you see your old Acquaintance Mrs. _Cloudy_? You and She are Two, I hear. _Miss._ See her! marry, I don’t care whether I ever see her again, God bless my Eye-sight. _Lady Answ._ Lord! why she and you were as great as two Inkle-weavers. I’ve seen her hug you, as the Devil hug’d the Witch. _Miss._ That’s true; but I’m told for certain, she’s no better than she should be. _Lady Smart._ Well, God mend us all; but you must allow, the World is very censorious: I never heard that she was a naughty Pack. _Col._ [_to Neverout._] Come, Sir _Thomas_, when the King pleases; when do you intend to march? _Ld. Sparkish._ Have Patience. _Tom_, is your Friend _Ned Rattle_ marry’d? _Neverout._ Yes, faith, my Lord; he has tied a Knot with his Tongue, that he can never untie with his Teeth. _Lady Smart._ Ay; marry in Haste, and repent at Leisure. _Lady Answ._ Has he got a good Fortune with his Lady? for they say, Something has some Savour, but Nothing has no Flavour. _Neverout._ Faith, Madam, all he gets by her, he may put into his Eye, and see never the worse. _Miss._ Then, I believe, he heartily wishes her in _Abraham_’s Bosom. _Col._ Pray, my Lord, how does _Charles Limber_ and his fine Wife agree? _Ld. Sparkish._ Why, they say, he’s the greatest Cuckold in Town. _Neverout._ Oh! but my Lord, you should always except my Lord-Mayor. _Miss._ Mr. _Neverout_! _Neverout._ Hay, Madam, did you call me? _Miss._ Hay; why, Hay is for Horses. _Neverout._ Why, Miss, then you may kiss—— _Col._ Pray, my Lord, what’s a Clock by your Oracle? _Ld. Sparkish._ Faith, I can’t tell, I think my Watch runs upon Wheels. _Neverout._ Miss, pray be so kind to call a Servant to bring me a Glass of Small Beer: I know you are at Home here. _Miss._ Every Fool can do as they’re bid: Make a Page of your own Age, and do it yourself. _Neverout._ Chuse, proud Fool; I did but ask you. [Miss _puts her Hand to her Knee_. _Neverout._ What! Miss, are you thinking of your Sweet-Heart? is your Garter slipping down? _Miss._ Pray, Mr. _Neverout_, keep your Breath to cool your Porridge; you measure my Corn by your Bushel. _Neverout._ Indeed, Miss, you lye.—— _Miss._ Did you ever hear any thing so rude? _Neverout._ I mean, you lye——under a Mistake. _Miss._ If a thousand Lyes could choak you, you would have been choaked many a Day ago. [Miss _tries to snatch_ Neverout’_s Snuff-box_. _Neverout._ Madam, you miss’d that, as you miss’d your Mother’s Blessing. [_She tries again, and misses._ _Neverout._ Snap short makes you look so lean, Miss. _Miss._ Poh! you are so robustious, you had like to put out my Eye: I assure you, if you blind me, you must lead me. _Lady Smart._ Dear Miss, be quiet; and bring me a Pin-cushion out of that Closet. [Miss _opens the Closet Door, and squalls_. _Lady Smart._ Lord bless the Girl! what’s the Matter now?