Ser. 'Tis a Gentlewoman Sir that must needs speak with you.
Val. A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman, what have I to do with Gentlewomen?
Ser. She will not be answered Sir.
Val. Fling up the bed and let her in, I'le try how gentle she is— [Exit Servant.
This Sack has fill'd my head so full of babies, I am almost mad; what Gentlewoman should this be? I hope she has brought me no butter print along with her to lay to my charge, if she have 'tis all one, I'le forswear it.
Enter Widow.
Wid. O you're a noble Gallant, send off your Servant pray. [Exit Servant.
Val. She will not ravish me? by this light she looks as sharp set as a Sparrow hawk, what wouldst thou woman?
Wid. O you have used me kindly, and like a Gentleman, this is to trust to you.
Val. Trust to me, for what?
Wid. Because I said in jest once, you were a handsom man, one I could like well, and fooling, made you believe I loved you, and might be brought to marrie.