Mrs. Pinch Ay, but if he loves me, why should he ruin me? answer me to that. Methinks he should not, I would do him no harm.
Alith. Ha! ha! ha!
Pinch. 'Tis very well; but I'll keep him from doing you any harm, or me either. But here comes company; get you in, get you in.
Mrs. Pinch. But, pray, husband, is he a pretty gentleman that loves me?
Pinch. In, baggage, in. [Thrusts her in, and shuts the door.
Enter Sparkish and Harcourt.
What, all the lewd libertines of the town brought to my lodging by this easy coxcomb! 'sdeath, I'll not suffer it.
Spark. Here, Harcourt, do you approve my choice?—[To Alithea.] Dear little rogue, I told you I'd bring you acquainted with all my friends, the wits and—[Harcourt salutes her.
Pinch. Ay, they shall know her, as well as you yourself will, I warrant you.
Spark. This is one of those, my pretty rogue, that are to dance at your wedding to-morrow; and him you must bid welcome ever, to what you and I have.