Lady Sparkish. Beef is man's meat, my lord.
Ld. Smart. But, my lord, I say, beef is the king of meat.
Miss. Pray, what have I done, that I must not have a plate?
Lady Smart. [to lady Answ.] What will your ladyship please to eat?
Lady Answ. Pray, madam, help yourself.
Col. They say, eating and scratching wants but a beginning: if you'll give me leave, I'll help myself to a slice of this shoulder of veal.
Lady Smart. Colonel, you can't do a kinder thing: well, you are all heartily welcome, as I may say.
Col. They say there are thirty and two good bits in a shoulder of veal.
Lady Smart. Ay, colonel; thirty bad bits and two good ones; you see I understand you; but I hope you have got one of the two good ones.
Neverout. Colonel, I'll be of your mess.
Col. Then pray, Tom, carve for yourself; they say, two hands in a dish, and one in a purse: Hah! said I well, Tom?
Neverout. Colonel, you spoke like an oracle.
Miss. [to lady Answ.] Madam, will your ladyship help me to some fish?
Ld. Smart. [to Neverout.] Tom, they say fish should swim thrice.
Neverout. How is, that, my lord?
Ld. Smart. Why, Tom, first it should swim in the sea (do you mind me?) then it should swim in butter; and at last, sirrah, it should swim in good claret. I think I have made it out.
Footman.
