_Val._ I was never answered thus; were you never drunk Lady?
_Wid._ No sure, not drunk, Sir; yet I love good Wine, as I love health and joy of heart, but temperately, why do you ask that question?
_Val._ For that sin that they most charge you with, is this sin's servant, they say you are monstrous--
_Wid._ What, Sir, what?
_Pal._ Most strangely.
_Wid._ It has a name sure?
_Pal._ Infinitely lustful, without all bounds, they swear you kill'd your Husband.
_Wid._ Let us have it all for Heavens sake, 'tis good mirth, Sir.
_Val._ They say you will have four now, and those four stuck in four quarters, like four winds to cool you: will she not cry nor curse?
_Wid._ On with your story.
_Val._ And that you are forcing out of dispensations with sums of money to that purpose.
_Wid._ Four Husbands! should not I be blest, Sir, for example?
Lord, what should I do with them? turn a Malt-mill, or tithe them out like Town-bulls to my Tenants, you come to make me angry, but you cannot.
_Val._ I'le make you merry then, you are a brave Woman, and in despite of envy a right one, go thy wayes, truth thou art as good a Woman, as any Lord of them all can lay his Leg over, I do not often commend your s.e.x.
_Wid._ It seems so, your commendations are so studied for.
_Val._ I came to see you and sift you into Flowr to know your pureness, and I have found you excellent, I thank you; continue so, and shew men how to tread, and women how to follow: get an Husband, an honest man, you are a good woman, and live hedg'd in from scandal, let him be too an understanding man, and to that stedfast; 'tis pity your fair Figure should miscarry, and then [you] are fixt: farewel.
_Wid._ Pray stay a little, I love your company now you are so pleasant, and to my disposition set so even.
_Val._ I can no longer. [_Exit._
_Wid._ As I live a fine fellow, this manly handsome bluntness shews him honest; what is he, or from whence? bless me, four Husbands! how prettily he fooled me into Vices, to stir my jealousie, and find my nature; a proper Gentleman: I am not well o'th' sudden, such a companion I could live and dye with, his angers are meer mirth.
_Isa._ Come, come, I am ready.
_Wid._ Are you so?
_Isa._ What ails she? the Coach stales, and the people, the day goes on, I am as ready now as you desire, Sister: fie, who stays now, why do you sit and pout thus?
_Wid._ Prethee be quiet, I am not well.
_Isa._ For Heav'us sake let's not ride staggering in the night, come, pray you take some Sweet-meats in your pocket, if your stomach--
_Wid._ I have a little business.
_Isab._ To abuse me, you shall not find new dreams, and new suspicions, to horse withal.
_Wid._ Lord who made you a Commander! hey ho, my heart.
_Isab._ Is the wind come thither, and Coward like, do you lose your Colours to 'em? are you sick o'th' _Valentine_? sweet Sister, come let's away, the Country will so quicken you, and we shall live so sweetly: _Luce_, my Ladies Cloak; nay, you have put me into such a gog of going, I would not stay for all the world; if I live here, you have so knock'd this love into my head, that I shall love any body, and I find my body, I know not how, so apt--pray let's be gone, Sister, I stand on thorns.
_Wid._ I prethee _Isabella_, i'faith I have some business that concerns me, I will suspect no more, here, wear that for me, and I'le pay the hundred pound you owe your Taylor.
_Enter_ Shorthose, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph.
_Isab._ I had rather go, but--
_Wid._ Come walk in with me, we'll go to Cards, unsaddle the Horses.
_Short._ A Jubile, a Jubile, we stay, Boys.
_Enter_ Uncle, Lan. Foun. Bella. Harebrain _following_.
_Unc._ Are they behind us?
_Lan._ Close, close, speak aloud, Sir.
_Unc._ I am glad my Nephew has so much discretion, at length to find his wants: did she entertain him?
_Lance._ Most bravely, n.o.bly, and gave him such a welcome!
_Unc._ For his own sake do you think?
_Lance._ Most certain, Sir, and in his own cause bestir'd himself too, and wan such liking from her, she dotes on him, h'as the command of all the house already.
_Unc._ He deals not well with his friends.
_Lance._ Let him deal on, and be his own friend, he has most need of her.
_Unc._ I wonder they would put him--
_Lan._ You are in the right on't, a man that must raise himself, I knew he would couzen 'em, and glad I am he has: he watched occasion, and found it i'th' nick.
_Unc._ He has deceived me.
_Lan._ I told you howsoever he wheel'd about, he would charge home at length: how I could laugh now, to think of these tame fools!
_Unc._ 'Twas not well done, because they trusted him, yet.
_Bel._ Hark you Gentlemen.
_Unc._ We are upon a business, pray excuse us, they have it home.
_Lane._ Come let it work good on Gentlemen.