_Lady Smart._ You must know, the Man and his Wife are coupled like Rabbets, a fat and a lean; he’s as fat as a Porpus, and she’s one of _Pharaoh_’s lean Kine: The Ladies and _Tom Gosling_ were proposing a Party at Quadrille, but he refus’d to make one: Damn your Cards, said he, they are the Devil’s Books. _Lady Answ._ A dull unmannerly Brute! Well, God send him more Wit, and me more Money. _Miss._ Lord! Madam, I would not keep such Company for the World. _Lady Smart._ O Miss, ’tis nothing when you are used to it: Besides, you know, for Want of Company, welcome Trumpery. _Miss._ Did your Ladyship play? _Lady Smart._ Yes, and won; so I came off with Fidlers Fare, Meat, Drink, and Money. _Lady Answ._ Ay; what says _Pluck_? _Miss._ Well, my Elbow itches; I shall change Bed-fellows. _Lady Smart._ And my Right Hand itches; I shall receive Money. _Lady Answ._ And my Right Eye itches; I shall cry. _Lady Smart._ Miss, I hear your Friend Mistress _Giddy_ has discarded _Dick Shuttle_: Pray, has she got another Lover? _Miss._ I hear of none. _Lady Smart._ Why, the Fellow’s rich; and I think she was a Fool to throw out her dirty Water before she got clean. _Lady Answ._ Miss, that’s a very handsome Gown of yours, and finely made; very genteel. _Miss._ I’m glad your Ladyship likes it. _Lady Answ._ Your Lover will be in Raptures; it becomes you admirably. _Miss._ Ay; I assure you I won’t take it as I have done; if this won’t fetch him, the Devil fetch him, say I. _Lady Smart_ [_to Lady Answ._] Pray, Madam, when did you see Sir _Peter Muckworm_? _Lady Answ._ Not this Fortnight; I hear, he’s laid up with the Gout. _Lady Smart._ What does he do for it? _Lady Answ._ Why I hear he’s weary of doctoring it, and now makes Use of nothing but Patience and Flannel. _Miss._ Pray, how does He and my Lady agree? _Lady Answ._ You know, he loves her as the Devil loves Holy Water. _Miss._ They say, she plays deep with Sharpers, that cheat her of her Money. _Lady Answ._ Upon my Word, they must rise early that would cheat her of her Money; Sharp’s the Word with her; Diamonds cut Diamonds. _Miss._ Well, but I was assur’d from a good Hand that she lost at one Sitting to the Tune of a hundred Guineas; make Money of that. _Lady Smart._ Well, but do you hear, that Mrs. _Plump_ is brought to Bed at last? _Miss._ And, pray, what has God sent her? _Lady Smart._ Why, guess, if you can. _Miss._ A Boy, I suppose. _Lady Smart._ No, you are out; guess again. _Miss._ A Girl then. _Lady Smart._ You have hit it; I believe you are a Witch. _Miss._ O Madam; the Gentlemen say, all fine Ladies are Witches; but I pretend to no such thing. _Lady Answ._ Well, she had good Luck to draw _Tom Plump_ into Wedlock; she ris’ with her —— upwards. _Miss._ Fie, Madam! what do you mean? _Lady Smart._ O Miss; ’tis nothing what we say among ourselves. _Miss._ Ay, Madam; but they say, Hedges have Eyes, and Walls have Ears.