Sir Jasp. Won't you be acquainted with her, sir?—[Aside.] So, the report is true, I find, by his coldness or aversion to the sex; but I'll play the wag with him.—[Aloud.] Pray salute my wife, my lady, sir.
Horn. I will kiss no man's wife, sir, for him, sir; I have taken my eternal leave, sir, of the sex already, sir.
Sir Jasp. [Aside.] Ha! ha! ha! I'll plague him yet.—[Aloud.] Not know my wife, sir?
Horn. I do know your wife, sir; she's a woman, sir, and consequently a monster, sir, a greater monster than a husband, sir.
Sir Jasp. A husband! how, sir?
Horn. So, sir; but I make no more cuckolds, sir. [Makes horns.
Sir Jasp. Ha! ha! ha! Mercury! Mercury!
Lady Fid. Pray, Sir Jasper, let us be gone from this rude fellow.
Mrs. Dain. Who, by his breeding, would think he had ever been in France?