Neverout. [whispering miss.] I find you love to lie under.
Miss. [aloud, pushing him from her.] What does the man mean! Sir, I don't understand you at all.
Neverout. Come, all quarrels laid aside: here, miss, may you live a thousand years.
[He drinks to her.
Miss. Pray, sir, don't stint me.
Ld. Smart. Sir John, will you taste my october? I think it is very good; but I believe not equal to yours in Derbyshire.
Sir John. My lord, I beg your pardon; but they say, the devil made askers.
Ld. Smart. [to the butler.] Here, bring up the great tankard full of October for sir John.
Col. [drinking to miss.] Miss, your health; may you live all the days of your life.
Lady Answ. Well, miss, you'll certainly be soon married; here's two bachelors drinking to you at once.
Lady Smart. Indeed, miss, I believe you were wrapt in your mother's smock, you are so well beloved.
Miss. Where's my knife? sure I han't eaten it: O, here it is.
Sir John. No, miss; but your maidenhead hangs in your light.
Miss. Pray, sir John, is that a Derbyshire compliment? Here, Mr. Neverout, will you take this piece of rabbit that you bid me carve for you?
Neverout. I don't know.
Miss. Why, take it, or let it alone.
Neverout. I will.
Miss. What will you?
Neverout.
