Wid. And keep's credit all day in all companies.
Alex. And discredit himself all night in your company.
Wid. Fie, fie! pray quit my house, sir.
Alex. Yours? 'tis my house.
Wid. Your house! since when?
Alex. Even since I was begotten; I was born to't. I must have thee, and I will have thee; and this house is mine, and none of thine.
Enter Jarvis.
Jar. O mistress, the saddest accident i' th' street yonder.
Wid. What accident, prythee?