Lady Fid. And my husband will wait upon you presently.
Pinch. [Aside.] Damn your civility.—[Aloud.] Madam, by no means; I will not see Sir Jasper here, till I have waited upon him at home; nor shall my wife see you till she has waited upon your ladyship at your lodgings.
Lady Fid. Now we are here, sir?
Pinch. No, Madam.
Mrs. Dain. Pray, let us see her.
Mrs. Squeam. We will not stir till we see her.
Pinch. [Aside.] A pox on you all!—[Goes to the door, and returns.] She has locked the door, and is gone abroad.
Lady Fid. No, you have locked the door, and she's within.
Mrs. Dain. They told us below she was here.
Pinch. [Aside.] Will nothing do?—[Aloud.] Well, it must out then. To tell you the truth, ladies, which I was afraid to let you know before, lest it might endanger your lives, my wife has just now the small-pox come out upon her; do not be frightened; but pray be gone, ladies; you shall not stay here in danger of your lives; pray get you gone, ladies.