Dor. No, faith, I warrant 'twas his wife, which he seated there out of sight; for he's a cunning rogue, and understands the town.
Har. He blushes. Then 'twas his wife; for men are now more ashamed to be seen with them in public than with a wench.
Pinch. Hell and damnation! I'm undone, since Horner has seen her, and they know 'twas she. [Aside.
Horn. But prithee, was it thy wife? She was exceeding pretty: I was in love with her at that distance.
Pinch. You are like never to be nearer to her. Your servant, gentlemen. [Offers to go.
Horn. Nay, prithee stay.
Pinch. I cannot; I will not.
Horn. Come, you shall dine with us.
Pinch. I have dined already.