Pinch. Faith, so 'twas. [Aside.
Horn. Fy! I'd never do't to a woman before her husband's face, sure.
Pinch. But I had rather you should do't to my wife before my face, than behind my back; and that you shall never do.
Horn. No—you will hinder me.
Pinch. If I would not hinder you, you see by her letter she would.
Horn. Well, I must e'en acquiesce then, and be contented with what she writes.
Pinch. I'll assure you 'twas voluntarily writ; I had no hand in't you may believe me.
Horn. I do believe thee, faith.
Pinch. And believe her too, for she's an innocent creature, has no dissembling in her: and so fare you well, sir.
Horn. Pray, however, present my humble service to her, and tell her, I will obey her letter to a tittle, and fulfil her desires, be what they will, or with what difficulty soever I do't; and you shall be no more jealous of me, I warrant her, and you.