Merchant. Let her come in, if she will, for I am free at present.
Widow. Look here, my young gossip, do not you betray me.
S.G. Not I, by my life.
W. For you are the greatest chatterer I saw in all my life.
S.G. Oh, what fun! And should I tell that you are a poor gentleman without a horse and without a shilling, dressed up as a woman to deceive a thief!...
W. Good-day, Sir.
M. Good-day, senhora. What is it you would have?
W. I will tell you anon. Ah me, how tired I am, how tired and worried.
M. Take one of these chairs.
W. Oh, that is nothing: believe me, distress knows little rest.