Hows'e'er the kind wife's belly comes to swell,
The husband breeds for her, and first is ill.
[Exeunt.
ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.—Pinchwife's House.
Enter Pinchwife and Mrs. Pinchwife. A table and candle.
Pinch. Come, take the pen and make an end of the letter, just as you intended; if you are false in a tittle, I shall soon perceive it, and punish you as you deserve.—[Lays his hand on his sword.] Write what was to follow—let's see—"You must make haste, and help me away before to-morrow, or else I shall be for ever out of your reach, for I can defer no longer our"—What follows "our"?
Mrs. Pinch. Must all out, then, bud?—Look you there, then. [Mrs. Pinchwife takes the pen and writes.
Pinch. Let's see—"For I can defer no longer our—wedding—Your slighted Alithea."—What's the meaning of this? my sister's name to't? speak, unriddle.