Wid. You are, first, (I warrant,) some renegado from the inns of court and the law; and thou'lt come to suffer for't by the law, that is, be hanged.
Jer. Not about your neck, forsooth, I hope.
Free. But, madam—
Old. Hear the court.
Wid. Thou art some debauched, drunken, lewd, hectoring, gaming companion, and wantest some widow's old gold to nick[109] upon; but I thank you, sir, that's for my lawyers.
Free. Faith, we should ne'er quarrel about that; for guineas would serve my turn.[110] But, widow—
Wid. Thou art a foul-mouthed boaster of thy lust, a mere bragadochio of thy strength for wine and women, and wilt belie thyself more than thou dost women, and art every way a base deceiver of women; and would deceive me too, would you?
Free. Nay, faith, widow, this is judging without seeing the evidence.
Wid. I say, you are a worn-out whoremaster at five-and-twenty, both in body and fortune, and cannot be trusted by the common wenches of the town, lest you should not pay 'em; nor by the wives of the town lest you should pay 'em: so you want women, and would have me your bawd to procure 'em for you.
Free. Faith, if you had any good acquaintance, widow, 'twould be civilly done of thee; for I am just come from sea.