Sir Jasp. Wife! my Lady Fidget! wife! he is coming in to you the back way.
Lady Fid. Let him come, and welcome, which way he will.
Sir Jasp. He'll catch you, and use you roughly, and be too strong for you.
L. Fid. Don't you trouble yourself, let him if he can.
Quack. [Aside.] This indeed I could not have believed from him, nor any but my own eyes.
Enter Mrs. Squeamish.
Mrs. Squeam. Where's this woman-hater, this toad, this ugly, greasy, dirty sloven?
Sir Jasp. [Aside.] So, the women all will have him ugly; methinks he is a comely person, but his wants make his form contemptible to 'em; and 'tis e'en as my wife said yesterday, talking of him, that a proper handsome eunuch was as ridiculous a thing as a gigantic coward.
Mrs. Squeam. Sir Jasper, your servant: where is the odious beast?