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the less.
Mrs. Dainty
But then the pleasure should be the less.
Lady Fidget
Fy, fy, fy, for shame, sister! whither shall we ramble? Be continent in your discourse, or I shall hate you.
Mrs. Dainty
Besides, an intrigue is so much the more notorious for the manās quality.
Mrs. Squeamish
āTis true that nobody takes notice of a private man, and therefore with him ātis more secret; and the crimeās the less when ātis not known.
Lady Fidget
You say true; iāfaith, I think you are in the right onāt: ātis 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 truthā ā
Mrs. Dainty
So, the little fellow is grown a private personā āwith herā āApart to Mrs. Squeamish.
Lady Fidget
But still my dear, dear honourā ā
Enter Sir Jasper Fidget, Horner, and Dorilant.
Sir Jasper
Ay, my dear, dear of honour, thou hast still so much honour in thy mouthā ā
Horner
That she has none elsewhere. Aside.
Lady Fidget
Oh, what dāye mean to bring in these upon us?
Mrs. Dainty
Foh! these are as bad as wits.
Mrs. Squeamish
Foh!
Lady Fidget
Let us leave the room.
Sir Jasper
Stay, stay; faith, to tell you the naked truthā ā
Lady Fidget
Fy, Sir Jasper! do not use that word naked.
Sir Jasper
Well, well, in short I have business at Whitehall, and cannot go to the play with you, therefore would have you goā ā
Lady Fidget
With those two to a play?
Sir Jasper
No, not with tāother, but with Mr. Horner; there can be no more scandal to go with him than with Mr. Tattle, or Master Limberham.
Lady Fidget
With that nasty fellow! noā āno.
Sir Jasper
Nay, prithee, dear, hear me. Whispers to Lady Fidget.
Horner
Ladiesā āHorner and Dorilant draw near Mrs. Squeamish and Mrs. Dainty Fidget.
Mrs. Dainty
Stand off.
Mrs. Squeamish
Do not approach us.
Mrs. Dainty
You herd with the wits, you are obscenity all over.
Mrs. Squeamish
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.
Dorilant
What a devil are these?
Horner
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 Jasper
Come, Mr. Horner, I must desire you to go with these ladies to the play, sir.
Horner
I, sir?
Sir Jasper
Ay, ay, come, sir.
Horner
I must beg your pardon, sir, and theirs; I will not be seen in womenās company in public again for the world.
Sir Jasper
Ha, ha, strange aversion!
Mrs. Squeamish
No, heās for womenās company in private.
Sir Jasper
Heā āpoor manā āheā āha! ha! ha!
Mrs. Dainty
āTis a greater shame amongst lewd fellows to be seen in virtuous womenās company, than for the women to be seen with them.
Horner
Indeed, madam, the time was I only hated virtuous women, but now I hate the other too; I beg your pardon, ladies.
Lady Fidget
You are very obliging, sir, because we would not be troubled with you.
Sir Jasper
In sober sadness, he shall go.
Dorilant
Nay, if he woā not, I am ready to wait upon the ladies, and I think I am the fitter man.
Sir Jasper
You sir! no, I thank you for that. Master Horner is a privileged man amongst the virtuous ladies, ātwill be a great while before you are so; he! he! he! heās my wifeās gallant; he! he! he! No, pray withdraw, sir, for as I take it, the virtuous ladies have no business with you.
Dorilant
And I am sure he can have none with them. āTis strange a man canāt come amongst virtuous women now, but upon the same terms as men are admitted into the Great Turkās seraglio. But heavens keep me from being an ombre player with āem!ā āBut where is Pinchwife?
Exit.
Sir Jasper
Come, come, man; what, avoid the sweet society of womankind? that sweet, soft, gentle, tame, noble creature, woman, made for manās companionā ā
Horner
So is that soft, gentle, tame, and more noble creature a spaniel, and has all their tricks; can fawn, lie down, suffer beating, and fawn the more; barks at your friends when they come to see you, makes your bed hard, gives you fleas, and the mange sometimes. And all the difference is, the spanielās the more faithful animal, and fawns but upon one master.
Sir Jasper
He! he! he!
Mrs. Squeamish
O the rude beast!
Mrs. Dainty
Insolent brute!
Lady Fidget
Brute! stinking, mortified, rotten French wether, to dareā ā
Sir Jasper
Hold, anāt please your ladyship.ā āFor shame, Master Horner! your mother was a womanā āAside. Now shall I never reconcile āem.ā āAside to Lady Fidget. Hark you, madam, take my advice in your anger. You know you often want one to make up your drolling pack of ombre players, and you may cheat him easily; for heās an ill gamester, and consequently loves play. Besides, you know you have but two old civil gentlemen (with stinking breaths too) to wait upon you abroad; take in the third into your service. The other are but crazy; and a lady should have a supernumerary gentleman-usher as a supernumerary coach-horse, lest sometimes you should be forced to stay at home.
Lady Fidget
But are you sure he loves play, and has money?
Sir Jasper
He loves play as much as you, and has money as much as I.
Lady Fidget
Then I am contented to make him pay for his scurrility. Money makes up in a measure all other wants in men.ā āThose whom we cannot make hold for gallants, we make fine. Aside.
Sir Jasper
Aside. So, so; now to mollify, wheedle him.ā āAside to Horner. Master Horner, will you never keep civil company? methinks ātis time now, since you are only fit for them. Come, come, man, you must eāen fall to visiting our wives, eating at our tables, drinking tea with our virtuous relations
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