_Horn._ I do know your wife, sir; she's a woman, sir, and consequently a monster, sir, a greater monster than a husband, sir. _Sir Jasp._ A husband! how, sir? _Horn._ So, sir; but I make no more cuckolds, sir. [_Makes horns._ _Sir Jasp._ Ha! ha! ha! Mercury! Mercury! _Lady Fid._ Pray, Sir Jasper, let us be gone from this rude fellow. _Mrs. Dain._ Who, by his breeding, would think he had ever been in France? _Lady Fid._ Foh! he's but too much a French fellow, such as hate women of quality and virtue for their love to their husbands. Sir Jasper, a woman is hated by 'em as much for loving her husband as for loving their money. But pray let's be gone. _Horn._ You do well, madam; for I have nothing that you came for. I have brought over not so much as a bawdy picture, no new postures, nor the second part of the _Ecole des Filles_; nor-- _Quack._ Hold, for shame, sir! what d'ye mean? you'll ruin yourself for ever with the sex--[_Apart to_ HORNER. _Sir Jasp._ Ha! ha! ha! he hates women perfectly, I find. _Mrs. Dain._ What pity 'tis he should! _Lady Fid._ Ay, he's a base fellow for't. But affectation makes not a woman more odious to them than virtue. _Horn._ Because your virtue is your greatest affectation, madam. _Lady Fid._ How, you saucy fellow! would you wrong my honour? _Horn._ If I could. _Lady Fid._ How d'ye mean, sir? _Sir Jasp._ Ha! ha! ha! no, he can't wrong your ladyship's honour, upon my honour. He, poor man--hark you in your ear--a mere eunuch. [_Whispers._ _Lady Fid._ O filthy French beast! foh! foh! why do we stay? let's be gone: I can't endure the sight of him. _Sir Jasp._ Stay but till the chairs come; they'll be here presently. _Lady Fid._ No, no. _Sir Jasp._ Nor can I stay longer. 'Tis, let me see, a quarter and half quarter of a minute past eleven. The council will be sat; I must away. Business must be preferred always before love and ceremony with the wise, Mr. Horner. _Horn._ And the impotent, Sir Jasper. _Sir Jasp._ Ay, ay, the impotent, Master Horner; hah! hah! hah! _Lady Fid._ What, leave us with a filthy man alone in his lodgings? _Sir Jasp._ He's an innocent man now, you know. Pray stay, I'll hasten the chairs to you.--Mr. Horner, your servant; I should be glad to see you at my house. Pray come and dine with me, and play at cards with my wife after dinner; you are fit for women at that game yet, ha! ha!--[_Aside._] 'Tis as much a husband's prudence to provide innocent diversion for a wife as to hinder her unlawful pleasures; and he had better employ her than let her employ herself.--[_Aloud._] Farewell. _Horn._ Your servant, Sir Jasper. [_Exit_ Sir JASPER. _Lady Fid._ I will not stay with him, foh!-- _Horn._ Nay, madam, I beseech you stay, if it be but to see I can be as civil to ladies yet as they would desire. _Lady Fid._ No, no, foh! you cannot be civil to ladies. _Mrs. Dain._ You as civil as ladies would desire?