Spark. How! no; but if he does rail at me, 'tis but in jest, I warrant: what we wits do for one another, and never take any notice of it.
Alith. He spoke so scurrilously of you, I had no patience to hear him; besides, he has been making love to me.
Har. True, damned tell-tale woman! [Aside.
Spark. Pshaw! to show his parts—we wits rail and make love often, but to show our parts: as we have no affections, so we have no malice, we—
Alith. He said you were a wretch below an injury—
Spark. Pshaw!
Har. Damned, senseless, impudent, virtuous jade! Well, since she won't let me have her, she'll do as good, she'll make me hate her. [Aside.
Alith. A common bubble—
Spark. Pshaw!
Alith. A coward—