Unc. I'le tell plainly, you are my Niece, and Valentine the Gentleman has made you so by marriage.
Wid. Marriage?
Unc. Yes Lady, and 'twas a noble and vertuous part, to take a falling man to your protection, and buoy him up again to all his glories.
Wid. The men are mad.
Mer. What though he wanted these outward things, that flie away like shadows, was not his mind a full one, and a brave one? You have wealth enough to give him gloss and outside, and he wit enough to give way to love a Lady.
Unc. I ever thought he would do well.
Mer. Nay, I knew how ever he wheel'd about like a loose Cabine, he would charge home at length, like a brave Gentleman; Heavens blessing o' your heart Lady, we are so bound to honour you, in all your service so devoted to you.
Unc. Do not look so strange Widow, it must be known, better a general joy; no stirring here yet, come, come, you cannot hide 'em.
Wid. Pray be not impudent, these are the finest toyes, belike I am married then?
Mer. You are in a miserable estate in the worlds account else, I would not for your wealth it come to doubting.