Sir Jasp. Ha! ha! ha! no, he can't wrong your ladyship's honour, upon my honour. He, poor man—hark you in your ear—a mere eunuch. [Whispers.
Lady Fid. O filthy French beast! foh! foh! why do we stay? let's be gone: I can't endure the sight of him.
Sir Jasp. Stay but till the chairs come; they'll be here presently.
Lady Fid. No, no.
Sir Jasp. Nor can I stay longer. 'Tis, let me see, a quarter and half quarter of a minute past eleven. The council will be sat; I must away. Business must be preferred always before love and ceremony with the wise, Mr. Horner.
Horn. And the impotent, Sir Jasper.
Sir Jasp. Ay, ay, the impotent, Master Horner; hah! hah! hah!
Lady Fid. What, leave us with a filthy man alone in his lodgings?
Sir Jasp. He's an innocent man now, you know. Pray stay, I'll hasten the chairs to you.—Mr. Horner, your servant; I should be glad to see you at my house. Pray come and dine with me, and play at cards with my wife after dinner; you are fit for women at that game yet, ha! ha!—[Aside.] 'Tis as much a husband's prudence to provide innocent diversion for a wife as to hinder her unlawful pleasures; and he had better employ her than let her employ herself.—[Aloud.] Farewell.
Horn. Your servant, Sir Jasper. [Exit Sir Jasper.