Why, Serlsby, is thy wife so lately dead,
Are all thy loves so lightly passed over,
As thou canst wed before the yeare be[1464] out? 30
Serlsby. I live not, Lambert, to content the dead,
Nor was I wedded but for life to her:
The grave[1465] ends and begins a maried state.
Enter Margret.
Lambert. Peggie, the lovelie flower of all townes,
Suffolks fair Hellen, and rich Englands star, 35
Whose beautie, tempered with her huswiferie,