Pinch. Ay, but saying she was handsome, if like him, made him blush.—[Aside.] I am upon a rack!
Horn. Methinks he is so handsome he should not be a man.
Pinch. [Aside.] O, there 'tis out! he has discovered her! I am not able to suffer any longer.—[To his Wife.] Come, come away, I say.
Horn. Nay, by your leave, sir, he shall not go yet.—[Aside to them.] Harcourt, Dorilant, let us torment this jealous rogue a little.
Har. Dor. How?
Horn. I'll show you.
Pinch. Come, pray let him go, I cannot stay fooling any longer; I tell you his sister stays supper for us.
Horn. Does she? Come then, we'll all go to sup with he and thee.
Pinch. No, now I think on't, having stayed so long for us, I warrant she's gone to bed.—[Aside.] I wish she and I were well out of their hands.—[To his Wife.] Come, I must rise early to-morrow, come.