Comp. By my Faith now Mistress you have had a great Loss indeed, for an honest Man is not to be found every where, nor in every Street.
Pett. The Rogue’s witty.
2d Neigh. Aye, aye, let ’em go on.
Comp. And how long is it since you lost this honest Husband?
Peg. O dear, his Memory is too fresh; and the Sight of you doubles my Sorrow.
Comp. The Sight of me, say you; why, was he so like me?
Peg. As one Apple to another; your two Hands are not more alike.
Comp. Nay then I cannot blame thee to weep: An honest Man he was I warrant him; and you have had a mighty Loss, that’s the Truth on’t: But was he proportioned like me, so well limb’d, and of such a wholesom Complexion, heh!
Peg. No Twins were ever more alike.
Comp. Well I love, his Memory is still better and better: and how many Children did he leave behind him?