Lov. Faith, madam, out of town, to see a little thing that's fallen to me upon the death of a grandmother.
Const. You thank death for the windfall, servant: But why are you not in mourning for her?
Lov. Troth, madam, it came upon me so suddenly, I had not time: 'Twas a fortune utterly unexpected by me.
Isa. Why, was your grandmother so young, you could not look for her decease?
Lov. Not for that neither; but I had many other kindred, whom she might have left it to; only she heard I lived here in fashion, and spent my money in the eye of the world.
Const. You forge these things prettily; but I have heard you are as poor as a decimated cavalier, and had not one foot of land in all the world.
Lov. Rivals' tales, rivals' tales, madam.
Const. Where lies your land, sir?
Lov. I'll tell you, madam, it has upon it a very fair manor house; from one side you have in prospect an hanging garden.
Isa. Who was hanged there? not your grandmother, I hope?