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DIALOGUE I.
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was walking in the Park last night till near eleven; 'twas a very fine night.

Neverout. Egad, so was I; and I'll tell you a comical accident; egad, I lost my understanding.

Miss. I'm glad you had any to lose.

Lady Smart. Well, but what do you mean?

Neverout. Egad, I kick'd my foot against a stone, and tore off the heel of my shoe, and was forc'd to limp to a cobler in the Pall-mall to have it put on. He, he, he, he.

[All laugh.

Col. O! 'twas a delicate night to run away with another man's wife.


Neverout sneezes.


Miss. God bless you! if you han't taken snuff.

Neverout. Why, what if I have, miss?

Miss. Why then, the deuse take you!

Neverout. Miss, I want that diamond ring of yours.

Miss. Why, then want's like to be your master.


Neverout looking at the ring.


Neverout. Ay, marry, this is not only, but also; where did you get it?

Miss. Why, where 'twas to be had; where the devil got the friar.

Neverout. Well; if I had such a fine diamond ring, I woudn't stay a day in England: but you know, far fetch'd and dear bought is fit for ladies. I warrant, this cost your father two-pence halfpenny.


Colonel stretching himself.


Lady Smart. Why, colonel, you break the king's laws; you stretch without a halter.

Lady