Doc. You would not suffer it?
Enter Clown.
Wid. Not for my whole estate.
Clown. O mistress! where are you? I think you are the fortunatest woman that ever breathed on two shoes: the thief is found.
Wid. The thief! what thief? I never was so happy to be robbed.
Clown. Bring him away, Jug: nay, you shall see the strangest piece of felony discovered that ever you saw, or your great grandmother's grandam before, or after; a pirate, a water-thief.
Wid. What's all this?
Clown. Bring him away, Jug: yet the villain would not confess a word, till it was found about him.
Wid. I think the fellow's mad.
Clown. Did you not lose your wedding-ring the other day?