O. ART. But, till I meet him, I will let it pass.
O. LUS. Faith, so will I.
O. ART. Daughter, farewell! with weeping eyes I part;
Witness these tears, thy grief sits near my heart.
O. LUS. Weeps Master Arthur? nay, then, let me cry;
His cheeks shall not be wet, and mine be dry.
MRS ART. Fathers, farewell! spend not a tear for me,
But, for my husband's sake, let these woes be.
For when I weep, 'tis not for my own care,
But fear, lest folly bring him to despair.
[Exeunt O. ART. and O. LUS.
Y. LUS. Sweet saint! continue still this patience,
For time will bring him to true penitence.
Mirror of virtue! thanks for my good cheer—
A thousand thanks.
MRS ART. It is so much too dear;
But you are welcome for my husband's sake;
His guests shall have best welcome I can make.
Y. LUS. Than marriage nothing in the world more common; Nothing more rare than such a virtuous woman. [Exit.
MRS ART. My husband in this humour, well I know,
Plays but the unthrift; therefore it behoves me
To be the better housewife here at home;
To save and get, whilst he doth laugh and spend:
Though for himself he riots it at large,
My needle shall defray my household's charge.
[She sits down to work in front of the house.