WIDOW

Has he said his prayers fit? Peace. Trust me a thirsty saw. How happy shall I be to wed such wisdom. Peace, weel have more oa't. Walk's towards him. I hope ye will Sir? I was bred in Ireland where the woe men begin the salutation. Indeed you must. I have a mind. He has Arethmaticke. But what for the head of a block? And admirable accidental Gramarian I protest sir. How wild he looks: good sir weel take our leaves. So your father says sir. Pray let's hear it. And at last die for altogether. Set meat o'th board. Enter Wid. Why doe's your fellow grumble so? And are you grieved at that? What friends are grieved? So it seems, you begun Clown? And what do you know sir? 'Tis well sir, set on dinner. You should have kept him out. Sir, this is no seasonable time of visit. For once I be as merry as you are mad, and learn fashions, I am set you see Sir, but you must pardon Sir our rudeness, Fridays fare for my self, a dish of eggs and a Rabbet, I looked for no stranger faces. Your Father, yes. Let it be of your own cut Sir? The man's mad sure. Look, look, now ther's no fear of the wild beasts, they have forgotten their spleens, and look prettily, they fallen to their pasture, I had thought they had been angry, and they are hungry. Time may produce as strange a truth. Let's note them. Another Bar, this is the Cook-maids leaving, open the door, and this is the daintiest dish she has sent in, a Widgia in Welch sauce—pray lets make a merry day on't. I want a husband Sir. Let them want nothing. I thank you Sir. I thank you too Sir, What does he call for? Let him come, I have ever and English virtue to put by a welch. Redeem your wit sir, first for you Sir, you are a stranger, and see you,—but you, fie Master Bloodhound. Twelve dozen of Goose. It not so much worth Sir. You conclude women cunning beggars then. I shall be your wife. Till then adieu you bitter sweet one. Who was that knokt at Gate? Why on the Change, in the Dutch walks. Fie, no, there are no Welch Merchant's there. Pray tell him Jarvis where she can or no. Pray go to Algate, to my Sempstris for my ru e, I must use it say too morrow, did ye bid her hollow it just in the French fashion cut? It well, we have no other proof in use, that we are English, if we do not Zany them, let John go with you. Shall I tell thee, for this thou hast given him this cure, and he is passed care, for old Bloodbound the Saw-mong er, I writ to him, to meet me soon at ten in the dark, upon the change, and if I come not by ten, he should stay while twelve, intimating something mystically, that to avoid sur prizalls of other Rivals, I mean to go from thence with him to lie at his house all night, and go to Church with him i'th morning, when my meaning is only kn very, to make my self merry, and let him cool his heals there till morning. They say he's and Ancient, but I affect not his C llours. A wild mad Roarer, a trouble not worth minding. What is he? How know ye? And why were you such a fool to take his own word? A Knave will ever tell you he's and honest man. Well sir, your Mistress dares look upon the ho nest man. It's the roughest bluntest Fellow. Yet when I take young Bloodhound to a retired collection of scattered judgement, which often lies disjointed, with the confused distraction of so many: Me thinks he dwells in my opinion, a right ingenious spirit, vailde merely with the vanity of youth and wildness: he looks me thinks Like one that could retract himself from his mad starts, and when he pleased turn tame: his handsome wildness me thinks becomes him, could he keep it bounded in Thrift and Temperance: but down these thoughts, my resolve rests here in private,—But from a fool, a Miser, and a man too jealous for a little sweetness love, Cupid de fend me. Pray prove as you appear a Gentleman. Why Jarvis? For heavens sake what's your intent? Pray keep off. Fie. Fie. alas Sir, where learned you to catch occasions thus? Do ye mean marriage? The return of Servants, or some friendly visit will intercept us now: reassume your habit, and be but Jarvis till no morrow morning, I now by the potent truth of friendship, I will give you plenty of cause to confess I love you truly, and strongly. On my life serious, let this kiss seal it. Is not Marry come home yet? 'Tis a fine time of night, I shall thank her for't, it's passed eleven I am sure. Fetch, the prayer-book lies within upon my bed. What's the matter wench? A man, what man? Call up John, where's Jarvis? How came you hither Sir? how God you in? You are very rude, uncivil fellow. You, why tomorrow morning I am to be marri ed to your Father. And provide for his family all day. Fie, fie, pray quite my house Sir. What Accident prithee? Are not you the murderer Sir? Pray get you down then, they will all come up, and find you here and all, and what will the Parish think then? pray get you down. Why, what do you mean, you will not be so uncivil to unbrace you here? Alas, you will undo me. Good Sir, I will off with my doublet to my very shirt. What shall I do? no. And did you promise this Sir? Alexander was the Conquer ur Sir. Mark him good Sir, me thinks he says he has married Marry Bloodhound. I pray Mistress are you married to this Gentle man? O wondrous well, he bid me call him Coz, and it handsomely. Know all, this Gentleman has to obtain his Lust, and lose desires, served me this seven months, under the shape and name of Jarvis. Look well, do you not know him? Come you're cozened, And with a Noble craft, he tempted me In mine own house, and I bid him keep's disguise But till this morning and he shoo'd perceive, I loved him truly, intending here before you, To let him know't, especially i'th presence Of you Sir, that intend me for your Wife. First, then know you for truth sir, I mean never to marry. But true, as she whose chased immaculate soul, Retains the Noble stamp of her integrity, With and undefaced perfection—perchance as these Nay Common Fame, hath scattered you, conceive me, Because pale jealousy (Cupid's angry Fool) Was frequent lodger at that sign of Folly; My husbands soon suspicious heart, that I In a close clouded looseness, shoo'd expose him To that desperate distraction of his Fortune's, That sent him to the Sea, to nourish her, With your vain hope, that the Fame of frequent suitors, Was but a Mask of lose escapes, Like men at Lotteries: You thought to put in for one Sir, but believe me, You have drawn a blank. O my beloved husband, However in thy life, thy jealousy Sent thee so far to find death, I will be I will be married to nothing but thy memory. Where, where? You are welcome to my soul Sir. A very hopeful house to match into wench, the Fa there a Knave, one son a drunkard, and tother a fool. I wonder what this Gentleman shood be that catched me so Like Jarvis, he say he has fitted old Blood owned according to his qualitic—but I must not let him Dam y too long upon my daily company, Lust is a hand-woolse, who with daily seeding, one time of other takes a sudden start upon his benefactor. What copesmate's this trow, who let him is? Good sir, let every circumstance make up one and swear, take it with you. And keep's credit all day in all companies. Your house, since when? Shood they come up and see this: what cooed they think, but that some foul uncivil Act of shame had this night stained my house, and as good marry him as my name lost for ever. Do, hang your self, I will not have you—look, look, if he have not pulled it off quite, why you wone not pull off your boots too will you? What, and stand naked in a Widow's Cham ber. Alas, they are at the stairs foot, for Heavens sake Sir. How catched, is there no body below then? I love you for your Art. You're a fine man to use a woman thus? Where's Marry? And for a truth sir, know you, I never mean to be your Whore. I, I, I, alas, and your breeches go down I am undone for ever. The plain truth is Master Bloodhound, I would entreat you to keep the kennel, the younger dog be king of the better sent, has born the game before ye.