Eu. What, can you not abide my maides, unkle?
Mom. I never cood abide a maide in my life Neece, but either I draw away the maide, or the maidenhead with a wet finger[16].
Eug. You love to make your selfe worse then you are still.
Mom. I know few mend in this World, Madam. For the worse the better thought on, the better the worse spoken on ever amongst women.
Eu. I wonder where you have binne all this while with your sentences.
Mom. Faith where I must be againe presently. I cannot stay long with you my deere Neece.
Eu. By my faith but you shall, my Lord. Cods pittie what will become of you shortly, that you drive maids afore you, and offer to leave widowes behind you, as mankindelie as if you had taken a surfet of our Sex lately, and our very sight turnd your stomacke?
Mom. Cods my life, she abuses her best unkle; never trust me if it were not a good revenge to helpe her to the losse of her widow-head.
Eu. That were a revenge, and a halfe, indeed.
Mom. Nay twere but a whole revenge Neece, but such a revenge as would more then observe the true rule of a revenger.