L. Fid. Be found in the lodging of anything like a man!—Away. [Exeunt Sir Jasper Fidget, Lady Fidget, Old Lady Squeamish, and Mrs. Squeamish.
Quack. What's here? another cuckold? he looks like one, and none else sure have any business with him. [Aside.
Horn. Well, what brings my dear friend hither?
Pinch. Your impertinency.
Horn. My impertinency!—why, you gentlemen that have got handsome wives, think you have a privilege of saying anything to your friends, and are as brutish as if you were our creditors.
Pinch. No, sir, I'll ne'er trust you any way.
Horn. But why not, dear Jack? why diffide in me thou know'st so well?
Pinch. Because I do know you so well.
Horn. Han't I been always thy friend, honest Jack, always ready to serve thee, in love or battle, before thou wert married, and am so still?
Pinch. I believe so, you would be my second now, indeed.