Som. Thou shalt have no cause.
Just. Take comfort, Mistress Winnifred: Sir Arthur,
For his abuse to you and to your husband,
Is by the bench enjoined to pay you down
A thousand marks.[462]
Sir Arth. Which I will soon discharge.
Win. Sir, ’tis too great a sum to be employed
Upon my funeral.
Car. Come, come; if luck had served, Sir Arthur, and every man had his due, somebody might have tottered ere this, without paying fines, like it as you list.—Come to me, Winnifred; shalt be welcome.—Make much of her, Kate, I charge you: I do not think but she’s a good wench, and hath had wrong as well as we. So let’s every man home to Edmonton with heavy hearts, yet as merry as we can, though not as we would.
Just. Join, friends, in sorrow; make of all the best:
Harms past may be lamented, not redrest. [Exeunt.
EPILOGUE.
Spoken by Winnifred.
I am a widow still, and must not sort
A second choice without a good report;
Which though some widows find, and few deserve,
Yet I dare not presume, but will not swerve
From modest hopes. All noble tongues are free;
The gentle may speak one kind word for me.