Pinch. [aside]. O, there ’tis out! he has discovered her! I am not able to suffer any longer.—[To his Wife.] Come, come away, I say.

Horn. Nay, by your leave, sir, he shall not go yet.—[Aside to them.] Harcourt, Dorilant, let us torment this jealous rogue a little.

Har. Dor. How?

Horn. I’ll show you.

Pinch. Come, pray let him go, I cannot stay fooling any longer; I tell you his sister stays supper for us.

Horn. Does she? Come then, we’ll all go to sup with he and thee.

Pinch. No, now I think on’t, having stayed so long for us, I warrant she’s gone to bed.—[Aside.] I wish she and I were well out of their hands.—[To his Wife.] Come, I must rise early to-morrow, come.

Horn. Well then, if she be gone to bed, I wish her and you a good night. But pray, young gentleman, present my humble service to her.

Mrs. Pinch. Thank you heartily, sir.

Pinch. [aside]. ’Sdeath, she will discover herself yet in spite of me.—[Aloud.] He is something more civil to you, for your kindness to his sister, than I am, it seems.

Horn. Tell her, dear sweet little gentleman, for all your brother there, that you have revived the love I had for her at first sight in the playhouse.

Mrs. Pinch. But did you love her indeed, and indeed?

Pinch. [aside]. So, so.—[Aloud.] Away, I say.

Horn. Nay, stay.—Yes, indeed, and indeed, pray do you tell her so, and give her this kiss from me.

[Kisses her.

Pinch. [aside]. O Heavens! what do I suffer? Now ’tis too plain he knows her, and yet—

Horn. And this, and this—

[Kisses her again.

Mrs. Pinch. What do you kiss me for? I am no woman.

Pinch. [aside]. So, there, ’tis out.—[Aloud.] Come, I cannot nor will stay any longer.

Horn. Nay, they shall send your lady a kiss too. Here, Harcourt, Dorilant, will you not?

[They kiss her.

Pinch [aside]. How! do I suffer this? Was I not accusing another just now for this rascally patience, in permitting his wife to be kissed before his face? Ten thousand ulcers gnaw away their lips—[Aloud.] Come, come.