read the new play, written by a lord? it is called Love in a hollow Tree.
Lady Sparkish. No, colonel.
Col. Why, then your ladyship has one pleasure to come.
Miss sighs.
Neverout. Pray, miss, why do you sigh?
Miss. To make a fool ask, and you are the first.
Neverout. Why, miss, I find there is nothing but a bit and a blow with you.
Lady Answ. Why, you must know, miss is in love.
Miss. I wish my head may never ake till that day.
Ld. Sparkish. Come, miss, never sigh, but send for him.
[Lady Smart and lady Answerall speaking together.
If he be hang'd he'll come hopping; and if he be drown'd, he'll come dropping.
Miss. Well, I swear you'll make one die with laughing.
Miss plays with a teacup, and Neverout plays with another.
Neverout. Well; I see, one fool makes many.
Miss. And you are the greatest fool of any.
Neverout. Pray, miss, will you be so kind to tie this string for me with your fair hands? it will go all in your day's work.
Miss. Marry, come up, indeed; tie it yourself, you have as many hands as I; your man's man will have a fine office truly: come, pray stand out of my spitting-place.
Neverout. Well; but, miss, don't be angry.
Miss.
