Horn. No, that must not be.
Pinch. You then shall go first, 'tis all one to me. [Offers to draw on Horner, but is stopped by Harcourt.
Har. Hold!
Re-enter Sir Jasper Fidget, Lady Fidget, Lady Squeamish, Mrs. Dainty Fidget, and Mrs. Squeamish.
Sir Jasp. What's the matter? what's the matter? pray, what's the matter, sir? I beseech you communicate, sir.
Pinch. Why, my wife has communicated, sir, as your wife may have done too, sir, if she knows him, sir.
Sir Jasp. Pshaw, with him! ha! ha! he!
Pinch. D'ye mock me, sir? a cuckold is a kind of a wild beast; have a care, sir.
Sir Jasp. No, sure, you mock me, sir. He cuckold you! it can't be, ha! ha! he! why, I'll tell you, sir—[Offers to whisper.
Pinch. I tell you again, he has whored my wife, and yours too, if he knows her, and all the women he comes near; 'tis not his dissembling, his hypocrisy, can wheedle me.