Sir Jasp. But, pray, don’t let her know so much; the truth on’t is, I was advancing a certain project to his majesty about— I’ll tell you.

Horn. No, let’s go, and hear it at your house. Good night, sweet little gentleman; one kiss more, you’ll remember me now, I hope.

[Kisses her Dor.

What, Sir, Jasper, will you separate friends? He promised to sup with us, and if you take him to your house, you’ll be in danger of our company too.

Sir Jasp. Alas! gentlemen, my house is not fit for you; there are none but civil women there, which are not for your turn. He, you know, can bear with the society of civil women now, ha! ha! ha! besides, he’s one of my family—he’s—he! he! he!

Dor. What is he?

Sir Jasp. Faith, my eunuch, since you’ll have it; he! he! he!

[Exeunt Sir JASPER FIDGET and HORNER.

Dor. I rather wish thou wert his or my cuckold. Harcourt, what a good cuckold is lost there for want of a man to make him one? Thee and I cannot have Horner’s privilege, who can make use of it.

Har. Ay, to poor Horner ’tis like coming to an estate at threescore, when a man can’t be the better for’t.

Pinch. Come.

Mrs. Pinch. Presently, bud.

Dor. Come, let us go too.—[To ALITHEA.] Madam, your servant.—[To LUCY.] Good night, strapper.

Har. Madam, though you will not let me have a good day or night, I wish you one; but dare not name the other half of my wish.

Alith. Good night, sir, for ever.

Mrs. Pinch. I don’t know where to put this here, dear bud, you shall eat it; nay, you shall have part of the fine gentleman’s good things, or treat, as you call it, when we come home.

Pinch. Indeed, I deserve it, since I furnished the best part of it.

[Strikes away the orange.

The gallant treats presents, and gives the ball;But ’tis the absent cuckold pays for all.

[Exeunt.