_Neverout._ No, Miss; it is not handsome to see one hold one’s Tongue: Besides, I should slobber my Fingers. _Col._ Miss, did you never hear, that Three Women and a Goose are enough to make a Market? _Miss._ I’m sure, if Mr. _Neverout_ or You were among them, it would make a Fair. [Footman _comes in_. _Lady Smart._ Here, take away the Tea-table, and bring up Candles. _Lady Answ._ O Madam, no Candles yet, I beseech you; don’t let us burn Day-Light. _Neverout._ I dare swear, Miss, for her Part, will never burn Day-Light, if she can help it. _Miss._ Lord, Mr. _Neverout_, one can’t hear one’s own Ears for you. _Lady Smart._ Indeed, Madam, it is Blind-Man’s Holiday; we shall soon be all of a Colour. _Neverout._ Why, then, Miss, we may kiss where we like best. _Miss._ Fogh! these Men talk of nothing but kissing. [_She spits._ _Neverout._ What, Miss, does it make your Mouth water? _Lady Smart._ It is as good be in the Dark as without Light; therefore pray bring in Candles: They say, Women and Linen shew best by Candle-Light: Come, Gentlemen, are you for a Party at Quadrille? _Col._ I’ll make one with you three Ladies. _Lady Answ._ I’ll sit down, and be a Stander-by. _Lady Smart._ [_to Lady Answ._] Madam, does your Ladyship never play? _Col._ Yes; I suppose her Ladyship plays sometimes for an Egg at _Easter_. _Neverout._ Ay; and a Kiss at _Christmas_. _Lady Answ._ Come, Mr. _Neverout_; hold your Tongue, and mind your Knitting. _Neverout._ With all my Heart; kiss my Wife, and welcome. [_The_ Colonel, _Mr._ Neverout, _Lady_ Smart _and_ Miss _go to Quadrille, and sit till Three in the Morning_. [_They rise from Cards._] _Lady Smart._ Well, Miss, you’ll have a sad Husband, you have such good Luck at Cards. _Neverout._ Indeed, Miss, you dealt me sad Cards; if you deal so ill by your Friends, what will you do with your Enemies? _Lady Answ._ I’m sure ’tis time for honest Folks to be a-bed. _Miss._ Indeed my Eyes draws Straw. [_She’s almost asleep._ _Neverout._ Why, Miss, if you fall asleep, somebody may get a Pair of Gloves. _Col._ I’m going to the Land of _Nod_. _Neverout._ Faith, I’m for _Bedfordshire_. _Lady Smart._ I’m sure I shall sleep without rocking. _Neverout._ Miss, I hope you’ll dream of your Sweetheart. _Miss._ Oh, no doubt of it: I believe I shan’t be able to sleep for dreaming of him. _Col._ [_to Miss._] Madam, shall I have the Honour to escort you? _Miss._ No, Colonel, I thank you; my Mamma has sent her Chair and Footmen. Well, my Lady _Smart_, I’ll give you Revenge whenever you please. [Footman _comes in_. _Footman._ Madam, the Chairs are waiting. [_They all take their Chairs, and go off._ FINIS. ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES. PAGE 5, l. 1. 1695.—This date, and the previous “more than forty years past,” are of course adjusted to the date of the book’s appearance. See Introduction for its probable chronology.