Wid. And did you promise this, sir?
Jar. A woman cannot have a handsomer cloud than a hair-brained husband: I will be your coz, he shall be my cuckold. [Aside.
Wid. I love you for your art. [Aside.
Jar. Come, come, put on, sir; I've acquainted you both with your father's intended marriage. I' th' morning you shall certify him very early by letter the quality of your fortunes, and return to your obedience; and that you and your wife, still concealing the parties, will attend him to church. John and I'll be there early, as commanded by my mistress, to discharge our attendance: about goes the plot, out comes the project, and there's a wedding-dinner dressed to your hands.
Alex. As pat as a fat heir to a lean shark; we shall hunger for't: honest Jarvis, I am thy bedfellow to-night, and to-morrow thy master.
Wid. You're a fine man to use a woman thus.
Alex. Pish! come, come.
Fine men must use fine women thus, 'tis fit.
Plain truth takes maids, widows are won with wit.
Jar. You shall wear horns with wisdom; that is in your pocket. [Exeunt.