Peg. In truth Sir you are mistaken in both, for I am neither fair, nor yet a Maid.
Comp. No, what are you then I pray, a Wife?
Peg. That indeed I was, but alas,—I am now a Widow.
Comp. A Widow say you? Nay then I must make bold with you; for look you, your Case is somewhat like mine, I being a Husband without a Wife.
1st Neigh. Aye neighbour, this is something like.
Pett. They begin well, let them go on.
Comp. How long have you been a Widow, good Woman? Nay pray do not weep forsooth.
Peg. I can’t choose but cry, to think of the great Loss I had.
Comp. Why, was he an honest Man?
Peg. Honest quoth a’, I vow and protest he was as honest a Man as e’re broke Bread. O I shall never have such another.
[Cries out.