Sir Jasp. How! does he dissemble? is he a hypocrite? Nay, then—how—wife—sister, is he a hypocrite?
L. Squeam. A hypocrite! a dissembler! Speak, young harlotry, speak, how?
Sir Jasp. Nay, then—O my head too!—O thou libidinous lady!
L. Squeam. O thou harloting harlotry! hast thou done't then?
Sir Jasp. Speak, good Horner, art thou a dissembler, a rogue? hast thou—
Horn. So!
Lucy. I'll fetch you off, and her too, if she will but hold her tongue. [Apart to Horner.
Horn. Canst thou? I'll give thee—[Apart to Lucy.
Lucy. [To Pinchwife.] Pray have but patience to hear me, sir, who am the unfortunate cause of all this confusion. Your wife is innocent, I only culpable; for I put her upon telling you all these lies concerning my mistress, in order to the breaking off the match between Mr. Sparkish and her, to make way for Mr. Harcourt.