_Horn._ Yes, to keep it from his knowledge. _Pinch._ A fool cannot contrive to make her husband a cuckold. _Horn._ No; but she'll club with a man that can: and what is worse, if she cannot make her husband a cuckold, she'll make him jealous, and pass for one: and then 'tis all one. _Pinch._ Well, well, I'll take care for one. My wife shall make me no cuckold, though she had your help, Mr. Horner. I understand the town, sir. _Dor._ His help! [_Aside._ _Har._ He's come newly to town, it seems, and has not heard how things are with him. [_Aside._ _Horn._ But tell me, has marriage cured thee of whoring, which it seldom does? _Har._ 'Tis more than age can do. _Horn._ No, the word is, I'll marry and live honest: but a marriage vow is like a penitent gamester's oath, and entering into bonds and penalties to stint himself to such a particular small sum at play for the future, which makes him but the more eager; and not being able to hold out, loses his money again, and his forfeit to boot. _Dor._ Ay, ay, a gamester will be a gamester whilst his money lasts, and a whoremaster whilst his vigour. _Har._ Nay, I have known 'em, when they are broke, and can lose no more, keep a fumbling with the box in their hands to fool with only, and hinder other gamesters. _Dor._ That had wherewithal to make lusty stakes. _Pinch._ Well, gentlemen, you may laugh at me; but you shall never lie with my wife: I know the town. _Horn._ But prithee, was not the way you were in better? is not keeping better than marriage? _Pinch._ A pox on't! the jades would jilt me, I could never keep a whore to myself. _Horn._ So, then you only married to keep a whore to yourself. Well, but let me tell you, women, as you say, are like soldiers, made constant and loyal by good pay, rather than by oaths and covenants. Therefore I'd advise my friends to keep rather than marry, since too I find, by your example, it does not serve one's turn; for I saw you yesterday in the eighteenpenny place with a pretty country-wench. _Pinch._ How the devil! did he see my wife then? I sat there that she might not be seen. But she shall never go to a play again. [_Aside._ _Horn._ What! dost thou blush, at nine-and-forty, for having been seen with a wench? _Dor._ No, faith, I warrant 'twas his wife, which he seated there out of sight; for he's a cunning rogue, and understands the town. _Har._ He blushes. Then 'twas his wife; for men are now more ashamed to be seen with them in public than with a wench. _Pinch._ Hell and damnation! I'm undone, since Horner has seen her, and they know 'twas she. [_Aside._ _Horn._ But prithee, was it thy wife? She was exceeding pretty: I was in love with her at that distance. _Pinch._ You are like never to be nearer to her. Your servant, gentlemen. [_Offers to go._ _Horn._ Nay, prithee stay. _Pinch._ I cannot; I will not. _Horn._ Come, you shall dine with us. _Pinch._ I have dined already.