Lady Answ. Colonel, some ladies of your acquaintance have promis'd to breakfast with you, and I am to wait on them; what will you give us?
Col. Why, faith, madam, bachelors' fare; bread and cheese and kisses.
Lady Answ. Poh! what have you bachelors to do with your money, but to treat the ladies? you have nothing to keep, but your own four quarters.
Lady Smart. My lord, has captain Brag the honour to be related to your lordship?
Ld. Sparkish. Very nearly, madam; he's my cousin german quite removed.
Lady Answ. Pray, is he not rich?
Ld. Sparkish. Ay, a rich rogue, two shirts and a rag.
Col. Well, however, they say he has a great estate, but only the right owner keeps him out of it.
Lady Smart. What religion is he of?
Ld. Sparkish. Why he is an Anythingarian.
Lady Answ. I believe he has his religion to choose, my lord.
Neverout scratches his head.
Miss. Fie, Mr. Neverout, ar'n't you asham'd! I beg pardon for the expression, but I'm afraid your bosom friends are become your backbiters.
Neverout. Well, miss, I saw a flea once in your pinner, and a louse is a man's companion, but a flea is a dog's companion: however, I wish you would scratch my neck with your pretty white hand.
Miss. And who would be fool then? I wou'dn't touch a man's flesh for the universe. You have the
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