_Col._ Yes; it was in the News: Why Fire and Water are good Servants, but they are very bad Masters. _Ld. Smart._ Here, take away, and set down a Bottle of _Burgundy_: Ladies, you’ll stay, and drink a Glass of Wine before you go to your Tea. [_All taken away, and the Wine set down_, &c. [Miss _gives_ Neverout _a smart Pinch_. _Neverout._ Lord, Miss, what d’ye mean! D’ye think I have no Feeling? _Miss._ I’m forc’d to pinch, for the Times are hard. _Neverout_ [_giving Miss a Pinch._] Take that, Miss; what’s Sauce for a Goose is for a Gander. _Miss_ [_screaming._] Well, Mr. _Neverout_, if I live, that shall neither go to Heaven nor Hell with you. _Neverout_ [_takes Miss’s Hand._] Come, Miss; let us lay all Quarrels aside, and be Friends. _Miss._ Don’t be so teizing! You plague a body so!——Can’t you keep your filthy Hands to yourself? _Neverout._ Pray, Miss, where did you get that Pick-Tooth Case? _Miss._ I came honestly by it. _Neverout._ I’m sure it was mine, for I lost just such a one; nay, I don’t tell you a Lye. _Miss._ No; if You lye, it is much. _Neverout._ Well; I’m sure ’tis mine. _Miss._ What! you think every Thing is yours, but a little the King has. _Neverout._ Colonel, you have seen my fine Pick-Tooth Case; don’t you think this is the very same? _Col._ Indeed, Miss, it is very like it. _Miss._ Ay; what he says, you’ll swear. _Neverout._ Well; but I’ll prove it to be mine. _Miss._ Ay; do if you can. _Neverout._ Why, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is my own. _Miss._ Well, run on till you’re weary, nobody holds you. [Neverout _gapes_. _Col._ What, Mr. _Neverout_, do you gape for Preferment? _Neverout._ Faith, I may gape long enough, before it falls into my Mouth. _Lady Smart._ Mr. _Neverout_, my Lord and I intend to beat up your Quarters one of these Days: I hear, you live high. _Neverout._ Yes, faith, Madam; live high, and lodge in a Garret. _Col._ But, Miss, I forgot to tell you, that Mr. _Neverout_ got the devilishest Fall in the Park To-day. _Miss._ I hope he did not hurt the Ground: But how was it, Mr. _Neverout_? I wish I had been there, to laugh. _Neverout._ Why, Madam, it was a Place where a Cuckold has been bury’d, and one of his Horns sticking out, I happened to stumble against it; that was all. _Lady Smart._ Ladies, let us leave the Gentlemen to themselves; I think it is Time to go to our Tea. _Lady Answ._ & _Miss._ My Lords and Gentlemen, your most humble Servant. _Ld. Smart._ Well, Ladies, we’ll wait on you an Hour hence. [_The Gentlemen alone._ _Ld. Smart._ Come, _John_, bring us a fresh Bottle. _Col._ Ay, my Lord; and, pray, let him carry off the dead Men (as we say in the Army.) [_Meaning the empty Bottles._ _Ld. Sparkish._ Mr. _Neverout_, pray, is not that Bottle full? _Neverout._ Yes, my Lord; full of Emptiness. _Ld. Smart._ And, d’ye hear, _John_? bring clean Glasses. _Col._ I’ll keep mine; for I think, the Wine is the best Liquor to wash Glasses in.