Enter Widow, Pleasant, Sad, and Constant.
Wid. Nephew, do you not wonder to see me here at this time of night?
Wild. I know it is not ordinary, therefore I believe 'tis some design. What is it, Mistress Pleasant? Shall I make one?
Plea. As I live, sir, pure necessity. Neither mirth nor kindness hath begot this visit.
Care. What! is your coach broke?
Wid. Faith, nephew, the truth is, the sickness is in my house, and my coachman died since dinner.
Wild. The sickness!
Plea. Ay, as I live: we have been walking since the play; and when we came home, we found the watch at the door, and the house shut up.
Sad. And a constable gone in search of all those that dined there to-day, with order to furnish us lodgings in the pest-house.
Wid. Are you not afraid to receive us?