Enter Maid.
Wid. Pray go to Aldgate, to my sempstress, for my ruff; I must use it, say, to-morrow. Did ye bid her hollow it just in the French fashion cut?
Maid. Yes, forsooth.
Wid. 'Twas well; we have no other proof in use that we are English, if we do not zany them. Let John go with you.
Maid. Yes, forsooth. [Exit.
Jar. But pray, forsooth, how do you mean to dispose of your suitors?
Wid. Shall I tell thee? For this, thou hast given him his cure, and he is past care; for old Bloodhound the sawmonger, I writ to him to meet me soon, at ten in the dark, upon the 'Change; and if I come not by ten, he should stay till twelve: intimating something mystically that, to avoid surprisals of other rivals, I mean to go from thence with him to lie at his house all night, and go to church with him i' th' morning; when my meaning is only knavery, to make myself merry, and let him cool his heels[70] there till morning.
Jar. And now have I a whimsy, newly jumped into the coll of ingenious apprehension, to sauce him daintily; that for that. What think you of the gentleman that brought a stool with him out of the hall, and sat down at dinner with you in the parlour?
Wid. They say he's an ancient, but I affect not his colours.
Jar. But what say you to the mad, victorious Alexander?