Horn. Good night, dear little gentleman; madam, good night; farewell, Pinchwife.—[Apart to HARCOURT and DORILANT.] Did not I tell you I would raise his jealous gall?

[Exeunt HORNER, HARCOURT, and DORILANT.

Pinch. So, they are gone at last; stay, let me see first if the coach be at this door.

[Exit.

Re-enter HORNER, HARCOURT, and DORILANT.

Horn. What, not gone yet? Will you be sure to do as I desired you, sweet sir?

Mrs. Pinch. Sweet sir, but what will you give me then?

Horn. Anything. Come away into the next walk.

[Exit, haling away Mrs. PINCHWIFE.

Alith. Hold! hold! what d’ye do?

Lucy. Stay, stay, hold—

Har. Hold, madam, hold, let him present him—he’ll come presently; nay, I will never let you go till you answer my question.

Lucy. For God’s sake, sir, I must follow ’em.

[ALITHEA and LUCY, struggling with HARCOURT and DORILANT.

Dor. No, I have something to present you with too, you shan’t follow them.

Re-enter PINCHWIFE.

Pinch. Where?—how—what’s become of?—gone!—whither?

Lucy. He’s only gone with the gentleman, who will give him something, an’t please your worship.

Pinch. Something!—give him something, with a pox!—where are they?

Alith. In the next walk only, brother.

Pinch. Only, only! where, where?

[Exit and returns presently, then goes out again.

Har. What’s the matter with him? why so much concerned? But, dearest madam—

Alith. Pray let me go, sir; I have said and suffered enough already.

Har. Then you will not look upon, nor pity, my sufferings?

Alith. To look upon ’em, when I cannot help ’em, were cruelty, not pity; therefore, I will never see you more.

Har. Let me then, madam, have my privilege of a banished lover, complaining or railing, and giving you but a farewell reason why, if you cannot condescend to marry me, you should not take that wretch, my rival.