Alith. Was she not at a play yesterday?
Pinch. Yes; but she ne'er asked me; I was myself the cause of her going.
Alith. Then if she ask you again, you are the cause of her asking, and not my example.
Pinch. Well, to-morrow night I shall be rid of you; and the next day, before 'tis light, she and I'll be rid of the town, and my dreadful apprehensions.—Come, be not melancholy; for thou sha't go into the country after to-morrow, dearest.
Alith. Great comfort!
Mrs. Pinch. Pish! what d'ye tell me of the country for?
Pinch. How's this! what, pish at the country?
Mrs. Pinch. Let me alone; I am not well.
Pinch. O, if that be all—what ails my dearest?
Mrs. Pinch. Truly, I don't know: but I have not been well since you told me there was a gallant at the play in love with me.