Horn. Good night, dear little gentleman; madam, good night; farewell, Pinchwife.—[Apart to H
[Exeunt H
Pinch. So, they are gone at last; stay, let me see first if the coach be at this door.
[Exit.
Re-enter H
Horn. What, not gone yet? Will you be sure to do as I desired you, sweet sir?
Mrs. Pinch. Sweet sir, but what will you give me then?
Horn. Anything. Come away into the next walk.
[Exit, haling away Mrs. P
Alith. Hold! hold! what d’ye do?
Lucy. Stay, stay, hold—
Har. Hold, madam, hold, let him present him—he’ll come presently; nay, I will never let you go till you answer my question.
Lucy. For God’s sake, sir, I must follow ’em.
[A
Dor. No, I have something to present you with too, you shan’t follow them.
Re-enter P
Pinch. Where?—how—what’s become of?—gone!—whither?
Lucy. He’s only gone with the gentleman, who will give him something, an’t please your worship.
Pinch. Something!—give him something, with a pox!—where are they?
Alith. In the next walk only, brother.
Pinch. Only, only! where, where?
[Exit and returns presently, then goes out again.
Har. What’s the matter with him? why so much concerned? But, dearest madam—
Alith. Pray let me go, sir; I have said and suffered enough already.
Har. Then you will not look upon, nor pity, my sufferings?
Alith. To look upon ’em, when I cannot help ’em, were cruelty, not pity; therefore, I will never see you more.
Har. Let me then, madam, have my privilege of a banished lover, complaining or railing, and giving you but a farewell reason why, if you cannot condescend to marry me, you should not take that wretch, my rival.