NOBLE. Nay, Knight, dwell in patience. And now, widdow, being so near the Church, twer great pity, nay uncharity, to send you home again without a husband: draw nearer you of true worship, state and credit, that should not stand so far off from a widdow, and suffer forged shapes to come between you. Not that in these I blemish the true Title of a Captain, or blot the fair margent of a Scholar; For I honor worthy and deserving parts in the one, and cherish fruitful Vertues in the other. Come Lady, and you, Virgin; bestow your eyes and your purest affections upon men of estimation both in Court and City, that hath long wooed you, and both with there hearts and wealth sincerely love you.
SIR GODFREY. Good Sister, do: Sweet little Franke, these are men of reputation; you shall be welcome at Court: a great credit for a Citizen, sweet Sister.
NOBLE.
Come, her silence does consent too’t.
WIDDOW.
I know not with what face—
NOBLE.
Pah, pah! why, with your own face; they desire no other.
WIDDOW. Pardon me, worthy Sirs; I and my daughter have wrongd your loves.
MUCK.
Tis easily pardon’d, Lady,
If you vouchsafe it now.
WIDDOW.
With all my soul.
FRANCES.
And I with all my heart.
MOLL.
And I, Sir John, with soul, heart, lights and all.