[To the Widow.
Blood. Who have we here, trow?
Alex. Dost thou know the gentleman that whispered to thee?
Wid. O, wondrous well! He bid me call him coz, and carry it handsomely.
Jar. Widow, would I were off again.
Wid. Know, all: this gentleman has, to obtain his lust and loose desires, served me this seven months under the shape and name of Jarvis.
Omnes. Possible!
Wid. Look well; do you not know him?
Blood. The very face of Jarvis.
Tim. Ay truly, father, and he were anything like him, I would swear 'twere he.