Col. If you are sick, you shall have a caudle of calf's eggs.
Neverout. I can't find my gloves.
Miss. I saw the dog running away with some dirty thing a while ago.
Col. Miss, you have got my handkerchief; pray, let me have it.
Lady Smart. No; keep it miss; for they say, possession is eleven points of the law.
Miss. Madam, he shall ne'er have it again; 'tis in hucksters hands.
Lady Answ. What! I see 'tis raining again.
Ld. Sparkish. Why, then, madam, we must do as they do in Spain.
Miss. Pray, my lord, how is that?
Ld. Sparkish. Why, madam, we must let it rain.
Miss whispers Lady Smart.
Neverout. There's no whispering, but there's lying.
Miss. Lord! Mr. Neverout, you are as pert as a pearmonger this morning.
Neverout. Indeed, miss, you are very handsome.
Miss. Poh! I know that already; tell me news.
Somebody knocks at the door.
Footman comes in.
Footman [to Col.] An' please your honour, there's a man below wants to speak to you.
Col. Ladies, your pardon for a minute.
Lady Smart. Miss, I sent yesterday to know how you did, but you were gone abroad early.
