Jar. Be sure, all this night, in the hearing of any that you shall but suspect to be within hearing, to call her nothing but Mistress Coote.
Blood. Or Widow Coote.
Jar. Yes, you may put her in so; but be sure you cohere in every particle with the precedent fallacy, as that you have loved her long, though till this day—and so as I did demonstrate.
Blood. But how an' she should say she is not Widow Coote, and that she knows no such woman, and so spoil all?
Jar. Trust that with her wit and my instructions. We suspected a spy, and therefore she will change her voice.
Blood. Thou hast a delicate mistress of her.
Jar. One thing more, and you meet presently. Mine aunt has had nine husbands; tell her you'll hazard a limb, and make the tenth.
Blood. Prythee, let me alone; and Sir Nicholas were here himself, he should swear 'twere thine aunt.
Jar. [To Mistress Coote.] Go forwards towards him; be not too full of prattle, but make use of your instructions.
Blood. Who's there? Widow Coote?