[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A room in the Widow’s house, with a door at the side, leading to another apartment.
[Enter Widdow, with her eldest Daughter Frances and Frailty.]
WIDOW. How now? where’s my Brother, Sir Godfrey? went he forth this morning?
FRAILTY. O no, Madame, he’s above at break-fast, with, sir reverence, a Conjurer.
WIDOW.
A Conjurer? what manner a fellow is he?
FRAILTY. Oh, a wondrous rare fellow, Mistress, very strongly made upward, for he goes in a Buff-jerkin: he says he will fetch Sir Godfrey’s Chain again, if it hang between heaven and earth.
WIDOW. What, he will not? then he’s an exlent fellow, I warrant. How happy were that woman to be blest with such a Husband! a man a cunning! how do’s he look, Frailty? very swartly, I warrant, with black beard, scorcht cheeks, and smoky eyebrows.
FRAILTY. Fooh, he’s neither smoke-dried, nor scorcht, nor black, nor nothing. I tell you, Madame, he looks as fair to see to, as one of us; I do not think but if you saw him once, you’d take him to be a Christian.
FRANCES.
So fair, and yet so cunning: that’s to be wonderd at,
Mother.