Wid. Will you put up your naked weapon, sir?
Spend. You shall pardon me, widow, I must have you grant first.
Wid. You will not put it up?
Spend. Not till I have some token of your love.
Wid. If this may be a testimony, take it.
[Kisses him.
By all my hopes, I love thee: thou art worthy
Of the best widow living: thou tak'st the course:
And those that will win widows must do thus.
Spend. Nay, I knew what I did when I came with my naked weapon in my hand; but come, unlace.
Wid. Nay, my dear love: know that I will not yield
My body unto lust, until the priest
Shall join us in Hymen's sacred nuptial rites.
Spend. Then set your hand to this: nay, 'tis a contract
Strong and sufficient, and will hold in law.
Here, here's pen and ink; you see I come provided.
Wid. Give me the pen.