Truepenny. Wouldest thou ought, friend, that thou lookest so about?
D. Dough. Yea; but whether ye can help me or no, I doubt.
I seek to one Mistress Custance house here dwelling.
Truepenny. It is my mistress ye seek to, by your telling.
D. Dough. Is there any of that name here but she?
Truepenny. Not one in all the whole town that I know, pardè.
D. Dough. A widow she is, I trow.
Truepenny. And what, and she be?
D. Dough. But ensured to an husband?
Truepenny. Yea, so think we.