Enter Mary Rosely. R.
Well my pretty maid, are you going to see the sight?
Mary. The sight! oh bless you, Sir,—no, not for the world.
Label. What then you have no curiosity?
Mary. Curiosity, Sir,—do you know what sight it is?
Label. No, will you tell me?
Mary. Why, Sir; it’s—it’s—it’s (sobbing.) oh such a good young man.
Label. A good young man, is that such a sight among you?
Mary. Oh no Sir—not that—and yet there was nobody but loved him.
Label. Nobody but loved him—i’faith if they’ve all such pretty faces as you, he must have had a fine time of it—but what’s the matter with him—is he going to be married—is he dying—or dead?