Boy. There are two ladies and a gentleman coming up. [Exit.
Horn. A pox! some unbelieving sisters of my former acquaintance, who, I am afraid, expect their sense should be satisfied of the falsity of the report. No—this formal fool and women!
Enter Sir Jasper Fidget, Lady Fidget, and Mrs. Dainty Fidget.
Quack. His wife and sister.
Sir Jasp. My coach breaking just now before your door, sir, I look upon as an occasional reprimand to me, sir, for not kissing your hands, sir, since your coming out of France, sir; and so my disaster, sir, has been my good fortune, sir; and this is my wife and sister, sir.
Horn. What then, sir?
Sir Jasp. My lady, and sister, sir.—Wife, this is Master Horner.
Lady Fid. Master Horner, husband!
Sir Jasp. My lady, my Lady Fidget, sir.
Horn. So, sir.