Col. O! miss,, you must needs be very good humour'd, you love sweet things so well.
Neverout. Stir it up with the spoon, miss; for the deeper the sweeter.
Lady Smart. I assure you, miss, the colonel has made you a great compliment.
Miss. I am sorry for it; for I have heard say, complimenting is lying.
Lady Smart. [To lord Sparkish.] My lord, methinks the sight of you is good for sore eyes; if we had known of your coming, we would have strown rushes for you; how has your lordship done this long time?
Col. Faith, madam, he's better in health than in good conditions.
Ld. Sparkish. Well; I see there's no worse friend than one brings from home with one; and I am not the first man has carried a rod to whip himself.
Neverout. Here's poor miss has not a word to throw at a dog. Come, a penny for your thought.
Miss. It is not worth a farthing; for I was thinking of you.
Colonel rising up.
Lady Smart. Colonel, where are you going so soon? I hope you did not come to fetch fire.
Col. Madam, I must needs go home for half an hour.
Miss. Why, colonel, they say the devil's at home.
Lady Answ. Well, but sit while you stay, 'tis as cheap sitting as standing.
Col. No, madam, while I'm standing I'm going.
Miss.
