Wid. No, I know him too well; he'll ne'er be felo de se that way: but he may go and choose a guardian of his own head, and so be felo de ses biens; for he has not yet chosen one.
Free. Say you so? And he shan't want one. [Aside.
Wid. But, now I think on't, 'tis you, sir, have put this cheat upon me; for there is a saying, "Take hold of a maid by her smock, and a widow by her writings, and they cannot get from you." But I'll play fast and loose with you yet, if there be law, and my minor and writings are not forthcoming; I'll bring my action of detinue or trover. But first, I'll try to find out this guardianless, graceless villain.—Will you jog, major?
Man. If you have lost your evidence, I hope your causes cannot go on, and I may be gone?
Wid. O no; stay but a making-water while (as one may say) and I'll be with you again. [Exeunt Widow Blackacre and Major Oldfox.
Free. Well; sure I am the first man that ever began a love-intrigue in Westminster Hall.
Man. No, sure; for the love to a widow generally begins here: and as the widow's cause goes against the heir or executors, the jointure-rivals commence their suit to the widow.
Free. Well; but how, pray, have you passed your time here, since I was forced to leave you alone? You have had a great deal of patience.
Man. Is this a place to be alone, or have patience in? But I have had patience, indeed; for I have drawn upon me, since I came, but three quarrels and two lawsuits.
Free. Nay, faith, you are too curst to be let loose in the world: you should be tied up again in your sea-kennel, called a ship. But how could you quarrel here?