Horn. Well then, if she be gone to bed, I wish her and you a good night. But pray, young gentleman, present my humble service to her.
Mrs. Pinch. Thank you heartily, sir.
Pinch. [Aside.] 'Sdeath, she will discover herself yet in spite of me—[Aloud.] He is something more civil to you, for your kindness to his sister, than I am, it seems.
Horn. Tell her, dear sweet little gentleman, for all your brother there, that you have revived the love I had for her at first sight in the playhouse.
Mrs. Pinch. But did you love her indeed, and indeed?
Pinch. [Aside.] So, so.—[Aloud.] Away, I say.
Horn. Nay, stay.—Yes, indeed, and indeed, pray do you tell her so, and give her this kiss from me. [Kisses her.
Pinch. [Aside.] O Heavens! what do I suffer? Now 'tis too plain he knows her, and yet—
Horn. And this, and this—[Kisses her again.
Mrs. Pinch. What do you kiss me for? I am no woman.