Pinch. I have business, sir, and must mind it; your business is pleasure, therefore you and I must go different ways.
Horn. Well, you may go on, but this pretty young gentleman—[Takes hold of Mrs. Pinchwife.
Har. The lady—
Dor. And the maid—
Horn. Shall stay with us; for I suppose their business is the same with ours, pleasure.
Pinch. 'Sdeath, he knows her, she carries it so sillily! yet if he does not, I should be more silly to discover it first. [Aside.
Alith. Pray, let us go, sir.
Pinch. Come, come—
Horn. [To Mrs. Pinchwife.] Had you not rather stay with us?—Prithee, Pinchwife, who is this pretty young gentleman?
Pinch. One to whom I'm a guardian.—[Aside.] I wish I could keep her out of your hands.