The Works of Henry Fielding, vol. 12
Chapter 10
_Luck_. Those are words I never heard out of that mouth before.
_Money_. Ha, ha, ha! you are pleased to be merry: ha, ha!
_Luck_. Why, Witmore, thou hast the faculty opposite to that of a witch, and canst lay a tempest. I should as soon have imagined one man could have stopt a cannon-ball in its full force as her tongue.
_Money_. Ha, ha, ha! he is the best company in the world, sir, and so full of his similitudes!
_Wit_. Luckless, good morrow; I shall see you soon again.
_Luck_. Let it be soon, I beseech you; for thou hast brought a calm into this house that was scarce ever in it before.