Val. Do not provoke me, the world's a lying world, and thou shalt find it, have a good heart, and take a strong faith to thee, and mark what follows, my Nurse, yes, you shall rock me: Widow I'le keep you waking.
Wid. You are disposed Sir.
Val. Yes marry am I Widow, and you shall feel it, nay and they touch my freehold, I am a Tiger.
Wid. I think so.
Val. Come.
Wid. Whither?
Val. Any whither. [Sings.
The fit's upon me now, the fit's upon me now,
Come quickly gentle Ladie, the fit's upon me now,
The world shall know they're fools,
And so shalt thou do too,
Let the Cobler meddle with his tools,
The fit's upon me now.
Take me quickly, while I am in this vein, away with me, for if I have but two hours to consider, all the widows in the world cannot recover me.
Wid. If you will, go with me Sir.