Alith. How's this?
Lucy. So, 'twill work, I see. [Aside.
Spark. Could you find out no easy country fool to abuse? none but me, a gentleman of wit and pleasure about the town? But it was your pride to be too hard for a man of parts, unworthy false woman! false as a friend that lends a man money to lose; false as dice, who undo those that trust all they have to 'em.
Lucy. He has been a great bubble, by his similes, as they say. [Aside.
Alith. You have been too merry, sir, at your wedding-dinner, sure.
Spark. What, d'ye mock me too?
Alith. Or you have been deluded.
Spark. By you.
Alith. Let me understand you.