Ld. Sparkish. [drinks to Neverout.] Come, Tom; not always to my friends, but once to you.
Neverout. [drinks to Lady Smart] Come, madam; here's a health to our friends, and hang the rest of our kin.
Lady Smart. [to lady Answ.] Madam, will your ladyship have any of this hare?
Lady Answ. No, madam; they say, 'tis melancholy meat.
Lady Smart. Then, madam, shall I send you the brains? I beg your ladyship's pardon; for they say, 'tis not good manners to offer brains.
Lady Answ. No, madam; for perhaps it will make me hairbrain'd.
Neverout. Miss, I must tell you one thing.
Miss. [with a glass in her hand.] Hold your tongue, Mr. Neverout; don't speak in my tip.
Col. Well, he was an ingenious man that first found out eating and drinking.
Ld. Sparkish. Of all vittles drink digests the quickest: give me a glass of wine.
Neverout. My lord, your wine is too strong.
Ld. Smart. Ay, Tom, as much as you're too good.
Miss. This almond pudding was pure good; but it is grown quite cold.
Neverout. So much the better, miss, cold pudding will settle your love.
Miss. Pray, Mr. Neverout, are you going to take a voyage?
Neverout. Why do you ask, miss?
Miss. Because you have laid in so much beef.
Sir John. You two have eat up the whole pudding between you.
Miss.
