Lucy. Stay, stay, hold—
Har. Hold, madam, hold, let him present him—he'll come presently; nay, I will never let you go till you answer my question.
Lucy. For God's sake, sir, I must follow 'em. [Alithea and Lucy, struggling with Harcourt and Dorilant.
Dor. No, I have something to present you with too, you shan't follow them.
Re-enter Pinchwife.
Pinch. Where?—how—what's become of?—gone!—whither?
Lucy. He's only gone with the gentleman, who will give him something, an't please your worship.
Pinch. Something!—give him something, with a pox!—where are they?
Alith. In the next walk only, brother.
Pinch. Only, only! where, where? [Exit and returns presently, then goes out again.