Pinchwife and Mrs. Pinchwife discovered.
Pinch. Come, tell me, I say.
Mrs. Pinch. Lord! han't I told it a hundred times over?
Pinch. [Aside.] I would try, if in the repetition of the ungrateful tale, I could find her altering it in the least circumstance; for if her story be false, she is so too.—[Aloud.] Come, how was't, baggage?
Mrs. Pinch. Lord, what pleasure you take to hear it sure!
Pinch. No, you take more in telling it I find; but speak, how was't?
Mrs. Pinch. He carried me up into the house next to the Exchange.
Pinch. So, and you two were only in the room!
Mrs. Pinch. Yes, for he sent away a youth that was there, for some dried fruit, and China oranges.
Pinch. Did he so? Damn him for it—and for—