Alith. Pray speak, sir.
Horn. It must be so. I must be impudent, and try my luck; impudence uses to be too hard for truth. [Aside.
Pinch. What, you are studying an evasion or excuse for her! Speak, sir.
Horn. No, faith, I am something backward only to speak in women's affairs or disputes.
Pinch. She bids you speak.
Alith. Ay, pray, sir, do, pray satisfy him.
Horn. Then truly, you did bring that lady to me just now.
Pinch. O ho!
Alith. How, sir?
Har. How, Horner?