Enter Valentine, Widow, and Ralph, with a torch.
Isab. My sister, as I live, your Brother with her! sure, I think you are the Kings takers.
Unc. Now it works.
Val. Nay, you shall know I am a man.
Wid. I think so.
Val. And such proof you shall have.
Wid. I pray speak softly.
Val. I'le speak it out Widow, yes and you shall confess too, I am no Nurse-child, I went for a man, a good one, if you can beat me out o'th' pit.
Wid. I did but jest with you.
Val. I'le handle you in earnest, and so handle you: Nay, when my credit calls.