Har. Kind, however. [Aside.
Spark. Nay, if it were so, my dear rogue, I ask thee pardon; but why would not you tell me so, faith?
Har. Because I did not think on't, faith.
Spark. Come, Horner does not come; Harcourt, let's be gone to the new play.—Come, madam.
Alith. I will not go, if you intend to leave me alone in the box, and run into the pit, as you use to do.
Spark. Pshaw! I'll leave Harcourt with you in the box to entertain you, and that's as good; if I sat in the box, I should be thought no judge but of trimmings.—Come away, Harcourt, lead her down. [Exeunt Sparkish, Harcourt, and Alithea.
Pinch. Well, go thy ways, for the flower of the true town fops, such as spend their estates before they come to 'em, and are cuckolds before they're married. But let me go look to my own freehold.—How!
Enter Lady Fidget, Mrs. Dainty Fidget, and Mrs. Squeamish.
Lady Fid. Your servant, sir: where is your lady? We are come to wait upon her to the new play.
Pinch. New play!