Lady Smart. Miss, what are you looking for?
Miss. O, madam, I have lost the finest needle —
Lady Answ. Why, seek till you find it, and then you won't lose your labour.
Neverout. The loop of my hat is broke; how shall I mend it? [he fastens it with a pin] Well, hang him, say I, that has no shift.
Miss. Ay, and hang him that has one too many.
Neverout. O, miss, I have heard a sad story of you.
Miss. I defy you, Mr. Neverout; nobody can say, black's my eye.
Neverout. I believe, you wish they could.
Miss. Well; but who was your author? Come, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Neverout. Come then, miss; guess who it was that told me; come, put on your considering cap.
Miss. Well, who was it?
Neverout. Why, one that lives within a mile of an oak.
Miss. Well, go hang yourself in your own garters, for I'm sure the gallows groans for you.
Neverout. Pretty miss! I was but in jest.
Miss. Well, but don't let that stick in your gizzard.
Col. My lord, does your lordship know Mrs. Talkall?
Ld. Sparkish. Only by sight; but I hear she has a great deal of wit; and egad, as the saying is, mettle to the back.
Lady Smart. So I hear.
Col. Why Dick Lubber said to her t' other day. Madam, you can't cry bo to a goose: yes, but I can, said she; and, egad, cry'd bo full in his face.
