Wid. Well, sir, your mistress dares look upon the honest man.
Jar. And the honest man dares look upon my mistress. [Exit.
Wid. 'Tis the roughest, bluntest fellow. Yet, when I take young Bloodhound to a retired collection of scattered judgment, which often lies disjointed with the confused distraction of so many, methinks he dwells in my opinion a right ingenious[71] spirit, veiled merely with the vanity of youth and wildness. He looks, methinks, like one that could retract himself from his mad starts, and, when he pleased, turn tame. His handsome wildness, methinks, becomes him, could he keep it bounded in thrift and temperance. But down, these thoughts; my resolve rests here in private.
But from a fool, a miser, and a man too jealous for a little sweetness [in] love, Cupid defend me!
Enter Jarvis like a gentleman, very brave, with his former clothes in his hand.[72]
Jar. And to a widow wise, nobly liberal and discreetly credulous, Cupid hath sent me.
Wid. Pray prove you, as you appear, a gentleman.
Why, Jarvis?
Jar. Look you, here's Jarvis hangs by geometry [Hangs up his livery]; and here's the gentleman—for less I am not—that afar off, taken with the fainted praises of your wealthy beauty, your person, wisdom, modesty, and all that can make woman gracious, in this habit sought and obtained your service.
Wid. For heaven's sake whats your intent?
Jar. I love you.