Pinch. Who desired me to bring her to you.
Horn. Then she is obliging, dear rogue.
Pinch. You'll make her welcome for my sake, I hope.
Horn. I hope she is handsome enough to make herself welcome. Prithee let her unmask.
Pinch. Do you speak to her; she would never be ruled by me.
Horn. Madam—[Mrs. Pinchwife whispers to Horner.] She says she must speak with me in private. Withdraw, prithee.
Pinch. [Aside.] She's unwilling, it seems, I should know all her indecent conduct in this business—[Aloud.] Well then, I'll leave you together, and hope when I am gone, you'll agree; if not, you and I shan't agree, sir.
Horn. What means the fool? if she and I agree 'tis no matter what you and I do. [Whispers to Mrs. Pinchwife, who makes signs with her hand for him to be gone.
Pinch. In the mean time I'll fetch a parson, and find out Sparkish, and disabuse him. You would have me fetch a parson, would you not? Well then—now I think I am rid of her, and shall have no more trouble with her—our sisters and daughters, like usurers' money, are safest when put out; but our wives, like their writings, never safe, but in our closets under lock and key. [Exit.