Horn. Come, I know thou hast not: I'll treat thee, dear rogue; thou sha't spend none of thy Hampshire money to-day.
Pinch. Treat me! So, he uses me already like his cuckold. [Aside.
Horn. Nay, you shall not go.
Pinch. I must; I have business at home. [Exit.
Har. To beat his wife. He's as jealous of her, as a Cheapside husband of a Covent-garden wife.
Horn. Why, 'tis as hard to find an old whoremaster without jealousy and the gout, as a young one without fear, or the pox:—
As gout in age from pox in youth proceeds,
So wenching past, then jealousy succeeds;
The worst disease that love and wenching breeds.
[Exeunt.