[Aside.]
[Exit Flippanta.
Gripe. I don't know that, I don't know that: But this I do know, that an honest man, who has marry'd a jade, whether she's pleas'd to spend her time at home or abroad, had better have liv'd a batchelor.
Enter Brass.
Brass. O, Sir, I'm mighty glad I have found you.
Gripe. Why, what's the matter, pr'ythee?
Brass. Can no body hear us?
Gripe. No, no, speak quickly.
Brass. You han't seen Araminta, since the last letter I carry'd her from you?
Gripe. Not I, I go prudently; I don't press things like your young firebrand lovers.