Enter Pinchwife and Mrs. Pinchwife in man's clothes, Alithea and Lucy.
Spark. Oh, hide me! There's my mistress too. [Sparkish hides himself behind Harcourt.
Har. She sees you.
Spark. But I will not see her. 'Tis time to go to Whitehall, and I must not fail the drawing-room.
Har. Pray, first carry me, and reconcile me to her.
Spark. Another time. Faith, the king will have supped.
Har. Not with the worse stomach for thy absence. Thou art one of those fools that think their attendance at the king's meals as necessary as his physicians, when you are more troublesome to him than his doctors or his dogs.
Spark. Pshaw! I know my interest, sir. Prithee hide me.
Horn. Your servant, Pinchwife.—What, he knows us not!