L. Fid. This you get, and we too, by trusting your secret to a fool. [Aside to Horner.
Horn. Peace, madam.—[Aside to Quack.] Well, doctor, is not this a good design, that carries a man on unsuspected, and brings him off safe?
Pinch. Well, if this were true—but my wife—[Aside.
[Dorilant whispers with Mrs. Pinchwife.
Alith. Come, brother, your wife is yet innocent, you see; but have a care of too strong an imagination, lest, like an over-concerned timorous gamester, by fancying an unlucky cast, it should come. Women and fortune are truest still to those that trust 'em.
Lucy. And any wild thing grows but the more fierce and hungry for being kept up, and more dangerous to the keeper.
Alith. There's doctrine for all husbands, Mr. Harcourt.
Har. I edify, madam, so much, that I am impatient till I am one.
Dor. And I edify so much by example, I will never be one.