Spark. Did you so, eternal rotten tooth? Then, it seems, my mistress was not false to me, I was only deceived by you. Brother, that should have been, now man of conduct, who is a frank person now, to bring your wife to her lover, ha?
Lucy. I assure you, sir, she came not to Mr. Horner out of love, for she loves him no more—
Mrs. Pinch. Hold, I told lies for you, but you shall tell none for me, for I do love Mr. Horner with all my soul, and nobody shall say me nay; pray, don't you go to make poor Mr. Horner believe to the contrary; 'tis spitefully done of you, I'm sure.
Horn. Peace, dear idiot. [Aside to Mrs. Pinchwife.
Mrs. Pinch. Nay, I will not peace.
Pinch. Not till I make you.
Enter Dorilant and Quack.
Dor. Horner, your servant; I am the doctor's guest, he must excuse our intrusion.
Quack. But what's the matter, gentlemen? for Heaven's sake, what's the matter?
Horn. Oh, 'tis well you are come. 'Tis a censorious world we live in; you may have brought me a reprieve, or else I had died for a crime I never committed, and these innocent ladies had suffered with me; therefore, pray satisfy these worthy, honourable, jealous gentlemen—that—[Whispers.