Who for his business from his wife will run,
Takes the best care to have her business done.
[Exeunt.
ACT THE THIRD.
SCENE I.—A Room in Pinchwife's House.
Enter Alithea and Mrs. Pinchwife.
Alith. Sister, what ails you? you are grown melancholy.
Mrs. Pinch. Would it not make any one melancholy to see you go every day fluttering about abroad, whilst I must stay at home like a poor lonely sullen bird in a cage?
Alith. Ay, sister; but you came young, and just from the nest to your cage: so that I thought you liked it, and could be as cheerful in't as others that took their flight themselves early, and are hopping abroad in the open air.