Lady Fid. I will not stay with him, foh!—
Horn. Nay, madam, I beseech you stay, if it be but to see I can be as civil to ladies yet as they would desire.
Lady Fid. No, no, foh! you cannot be civil to ladies.
Mrs. Dain. You as civil as ladies would desire?
Lady Fid. No, no, no, foh! foh! foh! [Exeunt Lady Fidget and Mrs. Dainty Fidget.
Quack. Now, I think, I, or you yourself, rather, have done your business with the women.
Horn. Thou art an ass. Don't you see already, upon the report, and my carriage, this grave man of business leaves his wife in my lodgings, invites me to his house and wife, who before would not be acquainted with me out of jealousy?
Quack. Nay, by this means you may be the more acquainted with the husbands, but the less with the wives.
Horn. Let me alone; if I can but abuse the husbands, I'll soon disabuse the wives. Stay—I'll reckon you up the advantages I am like to have by my stratagem. First, I shall be rid of all my old acquaintances, the most insatiable sort of duns, that invade our lodgings in a morning; and next to the pleasure of making a new mistress is that of being rid of an old one, and of all old debts. Love, when it comes to be so, is paid the most unwillingly.
Quack. Well, you may be so rid of your old acquaintances; but how will you get any new ones?