Luce. No, he saw us not, but ever since, she hath been mainly troubled.
Wid. Was he young?
Luce. Yes, young enough.
Wid. And looked he like a Gentleman?
Luce. Like such a Gentleman, that would pawn ten oaths for twelve pence.
Wid. My sister, and sink basely! this must not be, does she use means to know him?
Luce. Yes Madam, and has employed a Squire called Shorthose.
Wid. O that's a precious Knave: keep all this private, but still be near her lodging: Luce, what you can gather by any means, let me understand: I'le stop her heat, and turn her charity another way, to bless her self first; be still close to her counsels; a begger and a stranger! there's a bless'dness! I'le none of that; I have a toy yet, sister, shall tell you this is foul, and make you find it, and for your pains take you the last gown I wore; this makes me mad, but I shall force a remedy.
Enter Fountain, Bellamore, Harebrain, Valentine.
Fount. Sirra, we have so lookt for thee, and long'd for thee; this widow is the strangest thing, the stateliest, and stands so much upon her excellencies.