Which my rare Widow hath been telling to me
To raise my morning mirth, if she will lend
Her patient hearing, I will here recite
A Parable; and, the more to suit her taste,
The scene is laid in the East.
Mrs. F. I long to hear it.
Some tale, to fit his wife.
[Aside.
Kath. Now, comes my TRIAL.
Lucy. The hour of your deliverance is at hand,