Free. I told you I should be thought the fitter man, major.
Jer. Ay, you old fobus, and you would have been my guardian, would you, to have taken care of my estate, that half of't should never come to me, by letting long leases at pepper-corn rents?
Wid. If I would have married an old man, 'tis well known I might have married an earl, nay, what's more, a judge, and been covered the winter nights with the lambskins, which I prefer to the ermines of nobles. And dost thou think I would wrong my poor minor there for you?
Free. Your minor is a chopping minor, God bless him! [Strokes Jerry on the head.
Old. Your minor may be a major of horse or foot, for his bigness; and it seems you will have the cheating of your minor to yourself.
Wid. Pray, sir, bear witness:—cheat my minor! I'll bring my action of the case for the slander.
Free. Nay, I would bear false witness for thee now, widow, since you have done me justice, and have thought me the fitter man for you.
Wid. Fair and softly, sir, 'tis my minor's case, more than my own; and I must do him justice now on you.
Free. How!
Old. So then.