Lady Fid. Why, indeed, Sir Jasper, Master Horner is a thousand, thousand times a better man than I thought him. Cousin Squeamish, sister Dainty, I can name him now. Truly, not long ago, you know, I thought his very name obscenity; and I would as soon have lain with him as have named him.
Sir Jasp. Very likely, poor madam.
Mrs. Dain. I believe it.
Mrs. Squeam. No doubt on't.
Sir Jasp. Well, well—that your ladyship is as virtuous as any she, I know, and him all the town knows—he! he! he! therefore now you like him, get you gone to your business together, go, go to your business, I say, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business.
Lady Fid. Come, then, dear gallant.
Horn. Come away, my dearest mistress.
Sir Jasp. So, so; why, 'tis as I'd have it. [Exit.
Horn. And as I'd have it.
Lady Fid.