Mrs. Pinch. Presently, bud.
Dor. Come, let us go too.—[To Alithea.] Madam, your servant.—[To Lucy.] Good night, strapper.
Har. Madam, though you will not let me have a good day or night, I wish you one; but dare not name the other half of my wish.
Alith. Good night, sir, for ever.
Mrs. Pinch. I don't know where to put this here, dear bud, you shall eat it; nay, you shall have part of the fine gentleman's good things, or treat, as you call it, when we come home.
Pinch. Indeed, I deserve it, since I furnished the best part of it. [Strikes away the orange.
The gallant treats presents, and gives the ball;
But 'tis the absent cuckold pays for all.
[Exeunt.