_Spark._ What then? It may be I have a pleasure in't, as I have to show fine clothes at a play-house, the first day, and count money before poor rogues. _Pinch._ He that shows his wife or money, will be in danger of having them borrowed sometimes. _Spark._ I love to be envied, and would not marry a wife that I alone could love; loving alone is as dull as eating alone. Is it not a frank age? and I am a frank person; and to tell you the truth, it may be, I love to have rivals in a wife, they make her seem to a man still but as a kept mistress; and so good night, for I must to Whitehall.--Madam, I hope you are now reconciled to my friend; and so I wish you a good night, madam, and sleep if you can: for to-morrow you know I must visit you early with a canonical gentleman. Good night, dear Harcourt. [_Exit._ _Har._ Madam, I hope you will not refuse my visit to-morrow, if it should be earlier with a canonical gentleman than Mr. Sparkish's. _Pinch._ This gentlewoman is yet under my care, therefore you must yet forbear your freedom with her, sir. [_Coming between_ ALITHEA _and_ HARCOURT. _Har._ Must, sir? _Pinch._ Yes, sir, she is my sister. _Har._ 'Tis well she is, sir--for I must be her servant, sir.--Madam-- _Pinch._ Come away, sister, we had been gone, if it had not been for you, and so avoided these lewd rake-hells, who seem to haunt us. _Re-enter_ HORNER _and_ DORILANT. _Horn._ How now, Pinchwife! _Pinch._ Your servant. _Horn._ What! I see a little time in the country makes a man turn wild and unsociable, and only fit to converse with his horses, dogs, and his herds. _Pinch._ I have business, sir, and must mind it; your business is pleasure, therefore you and I must go different ways. _Horn._ Well, you may go on, but this pretty young gentleman--[_Takes hold of Mrs._ PINCHWIFE. _Har._ The lady-- _Dor._ And the maid-- _Horn._ Shall stay with us; for I suppose their business is the same with ours, pleasure. _Pinch._ 'Sdeath, he knows her, she carries it so sillily! yet if he does not, I should be more silly to discover it first. [_Aside._ _Alith._ Pray, let us go, sir. _Pinch._ Come, come-- _Horn._ [_To_ Mrs. PINCHWIFE.] Had you not rather stay with us?--Prithee, Pinchwife, who is this pretty young gentleman? _Pinch._ One to whom I'm a guardian.--[_Aside._] I wish I could keep her out of your hands. _Horn._ Who is he? I never saw anything so pretty in all my life. _Pinch._ Pshaw! do not look upon him so much, he's a poor bashful youth, you'll put him out of countenance.--Come away, brother. [_Offers to take her away._ _Horn._ O, your brother! _Pinch._ Yes, my wife's brother.--Come, come, she'll stay supper for us. _Horn._ I thought so, for he is very like her I saw you at the play with, whom I told you I was in love with.