Pinch. The gentleman's surprised I find.—What, you expected a kinder letter?
Horn. No faith, not I, how could I?
Pinch. Yes, yes, I'm sure you did. A man so well made as you are, must needs be disappointed, if the women declare not their passion at first sight or opportunity.
Horn. [Aside.] But what should this mean? Stay, the postscript.—[Reads aside.] "Be sure you love me, whatsoever my husband says to the contrary, and let him not see this, lest he should come home and pinch me, or kill my squirrel."—It seems he knows not what the letter contains.
Pinch. Come, ne'er wonder at it so much.
Horn. Faith, I can't help it.
Pinch. Now, I think I have deserved your infinite friendship and kindness, and have showed myself sufficiently an obliging kind friend and husband; am I not so, to bring a letter from my wife to her gallant?
Horn. Ay, the devil take me, art thou, the most obliging, kind friend and husband in the world, ha! ha!
Pinch. Well, you may be merry, sir; but in short I must tell you, sir, my honour will suffer no jesting.
Horn. What dost thou mean?