Mrs. Pinch. No, no, bud. But why have we no playermen in the country?
Pinch. Ha!—Mrs. Minx, ask me no more to go to a play.
Mrs. Pinch. Nay, why, love? I did not care for going: but when you forbid me, you make me, as 'twere, desire it.
Alith. So 'twill be in other things, I warrant. [Aside.
Mrs. Pinch. Pray let me go to a play, dear.
Pinch. Hold your peace, I wo' not.
Mrs. Pinch. Why, love?
Pinch. Why, I'll tell you.
Alith. Nay, if he tell her, she'll give him more cause to forbid her that place. [Aside.
Mrs. Pinch. Pray why, dear?