Fee. It is a tale belonging to the widow.
Bold. I think you are a witch.
Fee. My grandmother was suspected.
Bold. The widow has desired you by me to meet her to-morrow morning at church in some unknown disguise, lest any suspect it; for, quoth she,
Long hath he held me fast in his moist hand,
Therefore I will be his in nuptial band.
Fee. Bold, I have ever taken you to be my friend. I am very wise now and valiant; if this be not true, damn me, sir, you are the son of a whore, and you lie, and I will make it good with my sword.
Bold. I am whate'er you please, sir, if it be not true. I will go with you to the church myself. Your disguise I have thought on. The widow is your own. Come, leave your fooling.
Fee. If this be true, thou little boy Bold,
[Cantat.
So true, as thou tell'st to me,
To-morrow morn, when I have the widow,
My dear friend shall thou be.[125]
[Exeunt.