"THIRD LADY. No, that's no exception; but I'll tell you one, he is younger than his brother.
"WIDOW. Talk not of such affairs. Who could love such an unhappy relict as I am? But, dear madam, what grounds have you for that idle story?
"FOURTH LADY. Why he toasts you and trembles where you are spoke of.
It must be a match.
"WIDOW. Nay, nay, you rally, you rally; but I know you mean it kindly.
"FIRST LADY. I swear we do.
[TATTLEAID whispers the WIDOW.
"WIDOW. But I must beseech you, ladies, since you have been so compassionate as to visit and accompany my sorrow, to give me the only comfort I can now know, to see my friends cheerful, and to honour an entertainment Tattleaid has prepared within for you. If I can find strength enough I'll attend you; but I wish you would excuse me, for I have no relish of food or joy, but will try to get a bit down in my own chamber.
"FIRST LADY. There is no pleasure without you.
"WIDOW. But, madam, I must beg of your ladyship not to be so importune to my fresh calamity as to mention Nutbrain any more. I am sure there is nothing in it. In love with me, quotha!"
[WIDOW is led away. Exeunt LADIES.