Pinch. What do I see?
Alith. My sister in my clothes!
Spark. Ha!
Mrs. Pinch. Nay, pray now don't quarrel about finding work for the parson, he shall marry me to Mr. Horner; or now, I believe, you have enough of me. [To Pinchwife.
Horn. Damned, damned loving changeling! [Aside.
Mrs. Pinch. Pray, sister, pardon me for telling so many lies of you.
Horn. I suppose the riddle is plain now.
Lucy. No, that must be my work.—Good sir, hear me. [Kneels to Pinchwife, who stands doggedly with his hat over his eyes.
Pinch. I will never hear woman again, but make 'em all silent thus—[Offers to draw upon his Wife.