Pinch. This gentlewoman is yet under my care, therefore you must yet forbear your freedom with her, sir. [Coming between Alithea and Harcourt.
Har. Must, sir?
Pinch. Yes, sir, she is my sister.
Har. 'Tis well she is, sir—for I must be her servant, sir.—Madam—
Pinch. Come away, sister, we had been gone, if it had not been for you, and so avoided these lewd rake-hells, who seem to haunt us.
Re-enter Horner and Dorilant.
Horn. How now, Pinchwife!
Pinch. Your servant.
Horn. What! I see a little time in the country makes a man turn wild and unsociable, and only fit to converse with his horses, dogs, and his herds.