Alex. He has the mortgage still, and I have a handsome sister: do but meet at the Fountain in Fleet Street after dinner; O, I will read thee a history of happiness, and thou shalt thank me.
Anc. Ay, read, all's well or weapons.
Alex. A word, Jarvis. [Whispers him.
Ran. O prave widows, hur will meet hur there, hur knows hur times and hur seasons, hur warrant hur. Randalls will make these prave gallants hang hurselfs in those garters of willow-garlands apout hur pates; mark hur now, and remember. [Exit.
Anc. Adieu, sweet widow; for my ordinary—— [Kisses her.
Wid. 'Twas not so much worth, sir.
Anc. You mean, 'twas worth more then; and that's another handsomely begged. [Kisses her again.
Wid. You conclude women cunning beggars, then.
Anc. Yes, and men good benefactors. My best wishes wait on so sweet a mistress. Will you walk? [Exit Ancient.
Alex. I'll follow you. Woot think on't soon at night, or not at all? [Aside to Jarvis.