Re-enter Mrs. Pinchwife.
Come, minx, sit down and write.
Mrs. Pinch. Ay, dear bud, but I can't do't very well.
Pinch. I wish you could not at all.
Mrs. Pinch. But what should I write for?
Pinch. I'll have you write a letter to your lover.
Mrs. Pinch. O Lord, to the fine gentleman a letter!
Pinch. Yes, to the fine gentleman.
Mrs. Pinch. Lord, you do but jeer: sure you jest.
Pinch. I am not so merry: come, write as I bid you.