MRS. PINCHWIFE
O my dear, dear bud, welcome home! Why dost thou look so fropish? who has nangered thee?
PINCHWIFE
You're a fool.
ALITHEA
Faith, so she is, for crying for no fault, poor tender creature!
PINCHWIFE
What, you would have her as impudent as yourself, as arrant a jilflirt, a gadder, a magpie; and to say all, a mere notorious town-woman?