Old. Pray be civil to the lady, Mr.——she is a person of quality, a person that is no person—
Free. Yes, but she's a person that is a widow. Be you mannerly to her, because you are to pretend only to be her squire, to arm her to her lawyer's chambers; but I will be impudent and bawdy; for she must love and marry me.
Wid. Marry come up, you saucy familiar Jack! You think, with us widows, 'tis no more than up, and ride. Gad forgive me! now-a-days, every idle, young, hectoring, roaring companion, with a pair of turned red breeches, and a broad back, thinks to carry away any widow of the best degree. But I'd have you to know, sir, all widows are not got, like places at court, by impudence and importunity only.
Old. No, no, soft, soft, you are a young man, and not fit—
Free. For a widow? yes sure, old man, the fitter.
Old. Go to, go to; if others had not laid in their claims before you—
Free. Not you, I hope.
Old. Why not I, sir? sure I am a much more proportionable match for her than you, sir; I, who am an elder brother, of a comfortable fortune, and of equal years with her.
Wid. How's that, you unmannerly person? I'd have you to know, I was born but in Ann' undec' Caroli prim'.