Alith. Sir, you dispose of me a little before your time—[Aside to Sparkish.
Spark. Nay, nay, madam, let me have an earnest of your obedience, or—go, go, madam—[Harcourt courts Alithea aside.
Pinch. How, sir! if you are not concerned for the honour of a wife, I am for that of a sister; he shall not debauch her. Be a pander to your own wife! bring men to her! let 'em make love before your face! thrust 'em into a corner together, then leave 'em in private! is this your town wit and conduct?
Spark. Ha! ha! ha! a silly wise rogue would make one laugh more than a stark fool, ha! ha! I shall burst. Nay, you shall not disturb 'em; I'll vex thee, by the world. [Struggles with Pinchwife to keep him from Harcourt and Alithea.
Alith. The writings are drawn, sir, settlements made; 'tis too late, sir, and past all revocation.
Har. Then so is my death.
Alith. I would not be unjust to him.
Har. Then why to me so?
Alith. I have no obligation to you.