Lady Fid. No, no, we have all had 'em.
Mrs. Squeam. Alack, alack!
Mrs. Dain. Come, come, we must see how it goes with her; I understand the disease.
Lady Fid. Come!
Pinch. [Aside.] Well, there is no being too hard for women at their own weapon, lying, therefore I'll quit the field. [Exit.
Mrs. Squeam. Here's an example of jealousy!
Lady Fid. Indeed, as the world goes, I wonder there are no more jealous, since wives are so neglected.
Mrs. Dain. Pshaw! as the world goes, to what end should they be jealous?
Lady Fid. Foh! 'tis a nasty world.