_Lady Smart._ Mr. _Neverout_, you have overturn’d the Salt, and that’s a Sign of Anger: I’m afraid, Miss and You will fall out. _Lady Answ._ No, no; throw a little of it into the Fire, and all will be well. _Neverout._ O Madam, the falling out of Lovers, you know. _Miss._ Lovers! very fine! fall out with Him! I wonder when we were in! _Sir John._ For my Part, I believe, the young Gentlewoman is his Sweetheart; there’s so much Fooling and Fidling betwixt them: I’m sure, they say in our Country, that — — — is the Beginning of Love. _Miss._ I own, I love Mr. _Neverout_, as the Devil loves Holy Water; I love him like Pye, I’d rather the Devil had him than I. _Neverout._ Miss, I’ll tell you one thing. _Miss._ Come, here’s t’ ye, to stop your Mouth. _Neverout._ I’d rather you would stop it with a Kiss. _Miss._ A Kiss! marry come up, my dirty Cousin; are you no sicker? Lord, I wonder what Fool it was that first invented Kissing! _Neverout._ Well, I’m very dry. _Miss._ Then you’re the better to burn, and the worse to fry. _Lady Answ._ God bless you, Colonel; you have a good Stroke with you. _Col._ O Madam; formerly I could eat all, but now I leave nothing; I eat but one Meal a Day. _Miss._ What! I suppose, Colonel, that’s from Morning till Night. _Neverout._ Faith, Miss; and well was his Wont. _Ld. Smart._ Pray, Lady _Answerall_, taste this Bit of Venison. _Lady Answ._ I hope, your Lordship will set me a good Example. _Ld. Smart._ Here’s a Glass of Cyder fill’d: Miss, you must drink it. _Miss._ Indeed, my Lord, I can’t. _Neverout._ Come, Miss; better Belly burst, than good Liquor be lost. _Miss._ Pish! well in Life there was never any thing so teizing; I had rather shed it in my Shoes: I wish it were in your Guts, for my Share. _Ld. Smart._ Mr. _Neverout_, you han’t tasted my Cyder yet. _Neverout._ No, my Lord: I have been just eating Soupe; and they say, if one drinks in one’s Porridge, one will cough in one’s Grave. _Ld. Smart._ Come, take Miss’s Glass, she wish’d it was in your Guts; let her have her Wish for once: Ladies can’t abide to have their Inclinations cross’d. _Lady Smart_ [_to Sir John._] I think, Sir _John_, you have not tasted the Venison yet. _Sir John._ I seldom eat it, Madam: However, please to send me a little of the Crust. _Ld. Sparkish._ Why, Sir _John_, you had as good eat the Devil as the Broth he’s boil’d in. _Col._ Well, this Eating and Drinking takes away a body’s Stomach, as Lady _Answerall_ says. _Neverout._ I have dined as well as my Lord Mayor. _Miss._ I thought I could have eaten this Wing of a Chicken; but my Eye’s bigger than my Belly. _Ld. Smart._ Indeed, Lady _Answerall_, you have eaten nothing. _Lady Answ._ Pray, my Lord, see all the Bones on my Plate: They say, a Carpenter’s known by his Chips. _Neverout._ Miss, will you reach me that Glass of Jelly? _Miss_ [_giving it to him._] You see, ’tis but ask and have. _Neverout._ Miss, I would have a bigger Glass.