Dap. Would you have me so ill bred as to repulse her innocent kindness?—what a thing it is to want wit!
Sir Sim. [Aside.] A pox! I must make haste to discover myself, or I shall discover what I would not discover; but if I should discover myself in this habit, 'twould not be to my advantage. But I'll go, put on my own clothes, and look like a knight.—[Aloud.] Well, Mrs. Martha, I'll go seek out your knight: are you not impatient to see him?
Mrs. Mar. Wives must be obedient; let him take his own time.
Sir Sim. Can you trust yourself a turn or two with Master Dapperwit?
Mrs. Mar. Yes, yes, Jonas—as long as you will.
Sir Sim. [Aside.] But I would not trust you with him, if I could help it.—
So married wight sees what he dares not blame;
And cannot budge for fear, nor stay for shame. [Exit.
Dap. I am glad he is gone, that I may laugh. 'Tis such a miracle of fops, that his conversation should be pleasant to me, even when it hindered me of yours.
Mrs. Mar. Indeed, I'm glad he is gone too, as pleasant as he is.