_Lady Fid._ Fy, fy, fy, for shame, sister! whither shall we ramble? Be continent in your discourse, or I shall hate you. _Mrs. Dain._ Besides, an intrigue is so much the more notorious for the man's quality. _Mrs. Squeam._ 'Tis true that nobody takes notice of a private man, and therefore with him 'tis more secret; and the crime's the less when 'tis not known. _Lady Fid._ You say true; i'faith, I think you are in the right on't: 'tis not an injury to a husband, till it be an injury to our honours; so that a woman of honour loses no honour with a private person; and to say truth-- _Mrs. Dain._ So, the little fellow is grown a private person--with her--[_Apart to_ Mrs. SQUEAMISH. _Lady Fid._ But still my dear, dear honour-- _Enter_ Sir JASPER FIDGET, HORNER, _and_ DORILANT. _Sir Jasp._ Ay, my dear, dear of honour, thou hast still so much honour in thy mouth-- _Horn._ That she has none elsewhere. [_Aside._ _Lady Fid._ Oh, what d'ye mean to bring in these upon us? _Mrs. Dain._ Foh! these are as bad as wits. _Mrs. Squeam._ Foh! _Lady Fid._ Let us leave the room. _Sir Jasp._ Stay, stay; faith, to tell you the naked truth-- _Lady Fid._ Fy, Sir Jasper! do not use that word naked. _Sir Jasp._ Well, well, in short I have business at Whitehall, and cannot go to the play with you, therefore would have you go-- _Lady Fid._ With those two to a play? _Sir Jasp._ No, not with t'other, but with Mr. Horner; there can be no more scandal to go with him than with Mr. Tattle, or Master Limberham. _Lady Fid._ With that nasty fellow! no--no. _Sir Jasp._ Nay, prithee, dear, hear me. [_Whispers to_ Lady FIDGET. _Horn._ Ladies--[HORNER _and_ DORILANT _draw near_ Mrs. SQUEAMISH _and_ Mrs. DAINTY FIDGET. _Mrs. Dain._ Stand off. _Mrs. Squeam._ Do not approach us. _Mrs. Dain._ You herd with the wits, you are obscenity all over. _Mrs. Squeam._ And I would as soon look upon a picture of Adam and Eve, without fig-leaves, as any of you, if I could help it; therefore keep off, and do not make us sick. _Dor._ What a devil are these? _Horn._ Why, these are pretenders to honour, as critics to wit, only by censuring others; and as every raw, peevish, out-of-humoured, affected, dull, tea-drinking, arithmetical fop, sets up for a wit by railing at men of sense, so these for honour, by railing at the court, and ladies of as great honour as quality. _Sir Jasp._ Come, Mr. Horner, I must desire you to go with these ladies to the play, sir. _Horn._ I, sir? _Sir Jasp._ Ay, ay, come, sir. _Horn._ I must beg your pardon, sir, and theirs; I will not be seen in women's company in public again for the world. _Sir Jasp._ Ha, ha, strange aversion! _Mrs. Squeam._ No, he's for women's company in private. _Sir Jasp._ He--poor man--he--ha! ha! ha! _Mrs. Dain._ 'Tis a greater shame amongst lewd fellows to be seen in virtuous women's company, than for the women to be seen with them.