WIDOW. Well, seeing my fortune tells me I must marry, let me marry a man of wit, a man of parts. Here’s a worthy Captain, and ’tis a fine Title truly la to be a Captain’s Wife. A Captain’s Wife, it goes very finely; beside all the world knows that a worthy Captain is a fit Companion to any Lord, then why not a sweet bed-fellow for any Lady,—I’ll have it so—
[Enter Frailty.]
FRAILTY. O Mistress, Gentlemen, there’s the bravest sight coming along this way.
WIDOW.
What brave sight?
FRAILTY.
Oh, one going to burying, & another going to hanging.
WIDOW.
A rueful sight.
PYE. Sfoot, Captain, I’ll pawn my life the Corporal’s confined, and old Skirmish the soldier going to execution, and ’tis now full about the time of his waking; hold out a little longer, sleepy potion, and we shall have exlent admiration; for I’ll take upon me the cure of him.
SCENE III. The street before the Widow’s house.
[Enter the Coffin of the Corporal, the soldier bound, and
lead by Officers, the Sheriff there. From the house, Sir
Godfrey, the Widow, Idle, Pyeboard, Edmond, Frailty, and
Nicholas.]
FRAILTY.
Oh here they come, here they come!