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 Miss. That's true; but I'm told for certain, she's no better than she should be.

Lady Smart. Well, God mend us all; but you must allow, the world is very censorious; I never heard that she was a naughty pack.

Col. [to Neverout.] Come, sir Thomas, when the king pleases, when do you intend to march?

''Ld. Sparkish''. Have patience. Tom, is your friend Ned Rattle married?

Neverout. Yes, faith, my lord; he has tied a knot with his tongue, that he can never untie with his teeth.

Lady Smart. Ah! marry in haste, and repent at leisure.

Lady Answ. Has he got a good fortune with his lady? for they say, something has some savour, but nothing has no flavour.

Neverout. Faith, madam, all he gets by her he may put into his eye and see never the worse.

Miss. Then, I believe, he heartily wishes her in Abraham's bosom.

Col. Pray, my lord, how does Charles Limber and his fine wife agree?

''Ld. Sparkish''. Why, they say, he's the greatest cuckold in town.

Neverout. O, but my lord, you should always except my lord mayor.

Miss. Mr. Neverout.

Neverout. Hay, madam, did you call me?

Miss. Hay! why hay is for horses.

Neverout. Why, miss, then you may kiss —

Col. Pray, my lord, what's o'clock by your oracle?

''Ld. Sparkish''. Faith, I can't tell, I think my watch runs upon wheels. Neverout.