Mrs. Pinch. What d'ye mean by that, bud?
Pinch. 'Tis no matter—no matter, bud.
Mrs Pinch. Pray tell me: nay, I will know.
Pinch. They would be all Bulls, Stags, and Rams-heads. [Exeunt Pinchwife and Mrs. Pinchwife.
Re-enter Sparkish, Harcourt, Alithea, and Lucy, at the other side.
Spark. Come, dear madam, for my sake you shall be reconciled to him.
Alith. For your sake I hate him.
Har. That's something too cruel, madam, to hate me for his sake.
Spark. Ay indeed, madam, too, too cruel to me, to hate my friend for my sake.
Alith. I hate him because he is your enemy; and you ought to hate him too, for making love to me, if you love me.