Wid. What’s all this?  I understand you not, what Niece, what marriage-knot?

Unc. I’le tell plainly, you are my Niece, and Valentine the Gentleman has made you so by marriage.

Wid. Marriage?

Unc. Yes Lady, and ’twas a noble and vertuous part, to take a falling man to your protection, and buoy him up again to all his glories.

Wid. The men are mad.

Mer. What though he wanted these outward things, that flie away like shadows, was not his mind a full one, and a brave one?  You have wealth enough to give him gloss and outside, and he wit enough to give way to love a Lady.

Unc. I ever thought he would do well.

Mer. Nay, I knew how ever he wheel’d about like a loose Cabine, he would charge home at length, like a brave Gentleman; Heavens blessing o’ your heart Lady, we are so bound to honour you, in all your service so devoted to you.

Unc. Do not look so strange Widow, it must be known, better a general joy; no stirring here yet, come, come, you cannot hide ’em.

Wid. Pray be not impudent, these are the finest toyes, belike I am married then?

Mer. You are in a miserable estate in the worlds account else, I would not for your wealth it come to doubting.

Wid. And I am great with child?

Unc. No, great they say not, but ’tis a full opinion you are with child, and great joy among the Gentlemen, your husband hath bestirred himself fairly.

Mer. Alas, we know his private hours of entrance, how long, and when he stayed, could name the bed too, where he paid down his first-fruits.

Wid. I shall believe anon.

Unc. And we consider for some private reasons, you would have it private, yet take your own pleasure; and so good morrow, my best Niece, my sweetest.

Wid. No, no, pray stay.

Unc. I know you would be with him, love him, and love him well.

Mer. You’l find him noble, this may beget—­

Unc. It must needs work upon her.

[Exit Uncle, and Mer.

Wid. These are fine bobs i’faith, married, and with child too! how long has this been, I trow? they seem grave fellows, they should not come to flout; married, and bedded, the world takes notice too! where lies this May-game?  I could be vext extreamly now, and rail too, but ’tis to no end, though I itch a little, must I be scratcht I know not how, who waits there?

Enter Humphrey, a Servant.

Hum. Madam.

Wid. Make ready my Coach quickly, and wait you only, and hark you Sir, be secret and speedy, inquire out where he lies.

Hum. I shall do it, Madam.

Wid. Married, and got with child in a dream! ’tis fine i’faith, sure he that did this, would do better waking. [Exit.