Wid. By my troth, it was a good play.
Plea. And I'm glad I'm come home, for I am e'en a-weary with this walking. For God's sake, whereabouts does the pleasure of walking lie? I swear I have often sought it till I was weary, and yet I ne'er could find it.
Sad. What do these halberds at your door?
[A Watch at the Widow's door.
Wid. Halberds! Where?
Sad. There, at your lodging.
Con. Friend, what would those watchmen have?
Watch. The house is shut up for the sickness[264] this afternoon.
Plea. The sickness!