Pinch. Come along. [To his Wife aside.
Mrs. Pinch. Pray, have you any ballads? give me sixpenny worth.
Bookseller. We have no ballads.
Mrs. Pinch. Then give me "Covent Garden Drollery," and a play or two—Oh, here's "Tarugo's Wiles," and "The Slighted Maiden";[75] I'll have them.
Pinch. No; plays are not for your reading. Come along; will you discover yourself? [Apart to her.
Horn. Who is that pretty youth with him, Sparkish?
Spark. I believe his wife's brother, because he's something like her: but I never saw her but once.
Horn. Extremely handsome; I have seen a face like it too. Let us follow 'em. [Exeunt Pinchwife, Mrs. Pinchwife, Alithea, and Lucy; Horner and Dorilant following them.
Har. Come, Sparkish, your mistress saw you, and will be angry you go not to her. Besides, I would fain be reconciled to her, which none but you can do, dear friend.