Mrs. Pinch. O dear bud, look you here what I have got, see!
Pinch. And what I have got here too, which you can't see! [Aside, rubbing his forehead.
Mrs. Pinch. The fine gentleman has given me better things yet.
Pinch. Has he so?—[Aside.] Out of breath and coloured!—I must hold yet.
Horn. I have only given your little brother an orange, sir.
Pinch. [To Horner.] Thank you, sir.—[Aside.] You have only squeezed my orange, I suppose, and given it me again; yet I must have a city patience.—[To his Wife.] Come, come away.
Mrs. Pinch. Stay, till I have put up my fine things, bud.
Enter Sir Jasper Fidget.
Sir Jasp. O, Master Horner, come, come, the ladies stay for you; your mistress, my wife, wonders you make not more haste to her.
Horn. I have stayed this half hour for you here, and 'tis your fault I am not now with your wife.