Gripe. So, so! [Behind.
Mrs. Joyn. [Aside.] Is he here?—[To Lady Flippant.] Nay, with your pardon, madam, I must contradict you there. He is a prying commonwealth's-man, an implacable magistrate, a sturdy pillar of his cause, and—[To Gripe] But, oh me, is your worship so near then? if I had thought you heard me—
Gripe. Why, why, Mrs. Joyner, I have said as much of myself ere now; and without vanity, I profess.
Mrs. Joyn. I know your virtue is proof against vainglory; but the truth to your face looks like flattery in your worship's servant.
Gripe. No, no; say what you will of me in that kind, far be it from me to suspect you of flattery.
Mrs. Joyn. In truly, your worship knows yourself, and knows me, for I am none of those—
L. Flip. [Aside.] Now they are in—Mrs. Joyner, I'll go before to your house, you'll be sure to come after me.
Mrs. Joyn. Immediately.—[Exit Lady Flippant.] But as I was saying, I am none of those—
Gripe. No, Mrs. Joyner, you cannot sew pillows under folks' elbows; you cannot hold a candle to the devil; you cannot tickle a trout to take him; you—