Mistress Lucy
O well-a-day! O miserable day! O day! O misery! Why it is just nineteen years last June, at Michaelmas, since I was married to my husband, and it is August now, and here is the Duke murdered; there is a coincidence for you!
Second Citizen
Why, if it is a coincidence, they may not kill the young man: there is no law against coincidences.
First Citizen
But how does the Duchess?
Mistress Lucy
Well well, I knew some harm would happen to the house: six weeks ago the cakes were all burned on one side, and last Saint Martin even as ever was, there flew into the candle a big moth that had wings, and a’most scared me.
First Citizen
But come to the Duchess, good gossip: what of her?