Sir Jasp. Stay, stay; faith, to tell you the naked truth—
Lady Fid. Fy, Sir Jasper! do not use that word naked.
Sir Jasp. Well, well, in short I have business at Whitehall, and cannot go to the play with you, therefore would have you go—
Lady Fid. With those two to a play?
Sir Jasp. No, not with t'other, but with Mr. Horner; there can be no more scandal to go with him than with Mr. Tattle, or Master Limberham.
Lady Fid. With that nasty fellow! no—no.
Sir Jasp. Nay, prithee, dear, hear me. [Whispers to Lady Fidget.
Horn. Ladies—[Horner and Dorilant draw near Mrs. Squeamish and Mrs. Dainty Fidget.
Mrs. Dain. Stand off.
Mrs. Squeam. Do not approach us.