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278 Col. Tom, you must go with us to lady Smart's to breakfast.

Neverout. Must! why, colonel, must's for the king.

[Col. offering in jest to draw his sword.

Col. Have you spoke with all your friends?

Neverout. Colonel, as you're stout, be merciful.

''Ld. Sparkish''. Come, agree, agree; the law's costly.

[Col. taking bis hand from his hilt.

Col. Well, Tom, you are never the worse man to be afraid of me. Come along.

Neverout. What! do you think I was born in a wood, to be afraid of an owl?

I'll wait on you. I hope miss Notable will be there; egad she's very handsome, and has wit at will.

Col. Why every one as they like, as the good woman said when she kiss'd her cow.

Lord Sparkish. Pray, are you the porter?

Porter. Yes, for want of a better.

''Ld. Sparkish''. Is your lady at home?

Porter. She was at home just now; but she's not gone out yet.

Neverout. I warrant this rogue's tongue is well hung.

Lady Smart. My lord, your lordship's most humble servant.

''Ld. Sparkish''. Madam, you spoke too late; I was your ladyship's before. Lady