Enter Pinchwife.
Mrs. Pinch. O my dear, dear bud, welcome home! Why dost thou look so fropish? who has nangered thee?
Pinch. You're a fool. [Mrs. Pinchwife goes aside, and cries.
Alith. Faith, so she is, for crying for no fault, poor tender creature!
Pinch. What, you would have her as impudent as yourself, as arrant a jilflirt, a gadder, a magpie; and to say all, a mere notorious town-woman?
Alith. Brother, you are my only censurer; and the honour of your family will sooner suffer in your wife there than in me, though I take the innocent liberty of the town.
Pinch. Hark you, mistress, do not talk so before my wife.—The innocent liberty of the town!
Alith. Why, pray, who boasts of any intrigue with me? what lampoon has made my name notorious? what ill women frequent my lodgings? I keep no company with any women of scandalous reputations.
Pinch. No, you keep the men of scandalous reputations company.