Flirt. Why, d'ye think to marry, and leave us so in the lurch?
Mons. What do the jades mean? [Aside.
Don. Come, who are they? what would they have? If they come to the wedding, ladies, I assure you there will be none to-day here.
Mons. They won't trouble you, sir; they are going again.—Ladies, you hear what my uncle says; I know you won't trouble him.—[Aside.] I wish I were well rid of 'em.
Flou. You shall not think to put us off so. [Aside.
Don. Who are they? what are their names?
Flirt. We are, sir—
Mons. Nay, for Heaven's sake don't tell who you are, for you will undo me, and spoil my match infallibly. [Aside to them.
Flou. We care not, 'tis our business to spoil matches.
Mons. You need not, for I believe married men are your best customers, for greedy bachelors take up with their wives.