Mrs. Pinch. But presently came up the gentlewoman of the house.
Pinch. O, 'twas well she did; but what did he do whilst the fruit came?
Mrs. Pinch. He kissed me a hundred times, and told me he fancied he kissed my fine sister, meaning me, you know, whom he said he loved with all his soul, and bid me be sure to tell her so, and to desire her to be at her window, by eleven of the clock this morning, and he would walk under it at that time.
Pinch. And he was as good as his word, very punctual; a pox reward him for't. [Aside.
Mrs. Pinch. Well, and he said if you were not within, he would come up to her, meaning me, you know, bud, still.
Pinch. [Aside.] So—he knew her certainly; but for this confession, I am obliged to her simplicity.—[Aloud.] But what, you stood very still when he kissed you?
Mrs. Pinch. Yes, I warrant you; would you have had me discovered myself?
Pinch. But you told me he did some beastliness to you, as you call it; what was't?
Mrs. Pinch. Why, he put—
Pinch. What?