_Mrs. Pinch._ [_Aside._] O jeminy! is that he that was in love with me? I am glad on't, I vow, for he's a curious fine gentleman, and I love him already, too.--[_To_ PINCHWIFE.] Is this he, bud? _Pinch._ Come away, come away. [_To his_ Wife. _Horn._ Why, what haste are you in? why won't you let me talk with him? _Pinch._ Because you'll debauch him; he's yet young and innocent, and I would not have him debauched for anything in the world.--[_Aside._] How she gazes on him! the devil! _Horn._ Harcourt, Dorilant, look you here, this is the likeness of that dowdy he told us of, his wife; did you ever see a lovelier creature? The rogue has reason to be jealous of his wife, since she is like him, for she would make all that see her in love with her. _Har._ And, as I remember now, she is as like him here as can be. _Dor._ She is indeed very pretty, if she be like him. _Horn._ Very pretty? a very pretty commendation!--she is a glorious creature, beautiful beyond all things I ever beheld. _Pinch._ So, so. _Har._ More beautiful than a poet's first mistress of imagination. _Horn._ Or another man's last mistress of flesh and blood. _Mrs. Pinch._ Nay, now you jeer, sir; pray don't jeer me. _Pinch._ Come, come.--[_Aside._] By Heavens, she'll discover herself! _Horn._ I speak of your sister, sir. _Pinch._ Ay, but saying she was handsome, if like him, made him blush.--[_Aside._] I am upon a rack! _Horn._ Methinks he is so handsome he should not be a man. _Pinch._ [_Aside._] O, there 'tis out! he has discovered her! I am not able to suffer any longer.--[_To his_ Wife.] Come, come away, I say. _Horn._ Nay, by your leave, sir, he shall not go yet.--[_Aside to them._] Harcourt, Dorilant, let us torment this jealous rogue a little. _Har. Dor._ How? _Horn._ I'll show you. _Pinch._ Come, pray let him go, I cannot stay fooling any longer; I tell you his sister stays supper for us. _Horn._ Does she? Come then, we'll all go to sup with he and thee. _Pinch._ No, now I think on't, having stayed so long for us, I warrant she's gone to bed.--[_Aside._] I wish she and I were well out of their hands.--[_To his_ Wife.] Come, I must rise early to-morrow, come. _Horn._ Well then, if she be gone to bed, I wish her and you a good night. But pray, young gentleman, present my humble service to her. _Mrs. Pinch._ Thank you heartily, sir. _Pinch._ [_Aside._] 'Sdeath, she will discover herself yet in spite of me--[_Aloud._] He is something more civil to you, for your kindness to his sister, than I am, it seems. _Horn._ Tell her, dear sweet little gentleman, for all your brother there, that you have revived the love I had for her at first sight in the playhouse. _Mrs. Pinch._ But did you love her indeed, and indeed? _Pinch._ [_Aside._] So, so.--[_Aloud._] Away, I say. _Horn._ Nay, stay.--Yes, indeed, and indeed, pray do you tell her so, and give her this kiss from me. [_Kisses her._