Alith. What mean you, sir? I always took you for a man of honour.
Horn. Ay, so much a man of honour, that I must save my mistress, I thank you, come what will on't. [Aside.
Spark. So, if I had had her, she'd have made me believe the moon had been made of a Christmas pie.
Lucy. Now could I speak, if I durst, and solve the riddle, who am the author of it. [Aside.
Alith. O unfortunate woman! A combination against my honour! which most concerns me now, because you share in my disgrace, sir, and it is your censure, which I must now suffer, that troubles me, not theirs.
Har. Madam, then have no trouble, you shall now see 'tis possible for me to love too, without being jealous; I will not only believe your innocence myself, but make all the world believe it.—[Aside to Horner.] Horner, I must now be concerned for this lady's honour.
Horn. And I must be concerned for a lady's honour too.
Har. This lady has her honour, and I will protect it.
Horn. My lady has not her honour, but has given it me to keep, and I will preserve it.
Har. I understand you not.