Alex. I will tell you an old saw.
Wid. Pray let's hear it.
Alex.
An old man is a bedful of bones,
And who can it deny?
By whom (umph)[15] a young wench lies and groans
For better company.
Blood. Did you ever hear such a rascal? Come, come, let's leave him: I'll go buy thy wedding-ring presently. You're best be gone, sirrah: I am going for the constable—ay, and one of the churchwardens; and, now I think on't, he shall pay five shillings to the poor for being drunk: twelve pence shall go into the box, and t'other four my partner and I will share betwixt us. There's a new path to thrift, wench; we must live, we must live, girl.
Wid. And at last die for all together.
[Exeunt Bloodhound, Widow, Maid, and Man.
Sim. 'Tis a diamond.[16] [Aside.
Tim. You'll be at the Fountain[17] after dinner?
Alex. While 'twill run, boy.