wrong sow by the ear, I assure you; that's meat for your master.
Neverout. Miss Notable, all quarrels laid aside, pray step hither for a moment.
Miss. I'll wash my hands and wait on you, sir; but pray come hither, and try to open this lock.
Neverout. We'll try what we can do.
Miss. We! what have you pigs in your belly?
Neverout. Miss, I assure you, I am very handy at all things.
Miss. Marry, hang them that can't give themselves a good word: I believe you may have an even hand to throw a louse in the fire.
Col. Well, I must be plain; here's a very bad smell.
Miss. Perhaps, colonel, the fox is the finder.
Neverout. No, colonel; 'tis only your teeth against rain: but —
Miss. Colonel, I find you would make a very bad poor man's sow.
Colonel coughing.
Col. I have got a sad cold.
Lady Answ. Ay; 'tis well if one can get any thing these hard times.
Miss. [to Col.] Choke, chicken, there's more a hatching.
Lady Smart. Pray, colonel, how did you get that cold?
Lady Sparkish. Why, madam, I suppose the colonel got it by lying abed barefoot.
Lady Answ. Why then, colonel, you must take it for better for worse, as a man takes his wife.
