WIDDOW.
Marry? why I vowed never to marry.
FRANCES.
And so did I.
MOLL. And I vowed never to be such an Ass, but to marry: what a cross Fortune’s this!
PYE. Ladies, tho I be a Fortune-teller, I cannot better Fortunes; you have ’em from me as they are revealed to me: I would they were to your tempers, and fellows with your bloods, that’s all the bitterness I would you.
WIDDOW.
Oh, ’tis a just vengeance for my husband’s hard purchases.
PYE.
I wish you to be-think your selves, and leave ’em.
WIDDOW. I’ll to Sir Godfrey, my Brother, and acquaint him with these fearful presages.
FRANCES.
For, Mother, they portend losses to him.
WIDDOW.
Oh, aye, they do, they do.
If any happy issue crown thy words,
I will reward thy cunning.
PYE.
’Tis enough Lady; I wish no higher.