WID. Ha! nay, take me too, since there's no remedy. Your widow (without goods) sells scurvily. OMNES. Whoop! God give you joy. COUNT. 'Slight! I am cosened of all sides; I had good hope of the widow myself; but now I see everybody leaves me, saving um, um, um! BOLD. Troth, my lord, and that will stick by you, I warrant. WID. But how, sir, shall we salve this gentlewoman? BOLD. Hang her, whore. WELL. Fie! you are too uncivil. FEE. Whore in thy face, I do defy thy taunts. BOLD. Nay, hold, fair lady: now I think upon't, The old Count has no wife; let's make a match. OMNES. If he be so contented. COUNT. With all my heart. BOLD. Then kiss your spouse. COUNT. 'Sfoot! she has a beard. How now! my son? OMNES. 'Tis the Lord Feesimple! [FEESIMPLE _unmasks_. FEE. Father, lend me your sword. You and I are made a couple of fine fools, are we not? If I were not valiant now, and meant to beat 'em all, here would lie a simple disgrace upon us, a Feesimple one, indeed. Mark now, what I'll say to 'em. D'ye hear me, my masters? Damn me, ye are all the son of a whore, and ye lie, and I will make it good with my sword. This is called roaring, father. SUB. I'll not meddle with you, sir. PROUDLY. You are my blood. WELL. And I flesh'd you, you know. BOLD. And I have a charge coming, I must not fight now. FEE. Has either of you anything to say to me? HUS. Not we, sir. FEE. Then have I something to say to you. Have you anything to say to me? BRO. Yes, marry have I, sir. FEE. Then I have nothing to say to you, for that's the fashion. Father, if you will come away with your cough, do. Let me see, how many challenges I must get writ. You shall hear on me, believe it. PROUDLY. Nay, we'll not now part angry: stay the feasts, That must attend the weddings. You shall stay. FEE. Why, then, all friends. I thought you would not have had the manners to bid us stay dinner neither. HUS. Then all are friends: and lady-wife, I crown Thy virtues with this wreath, that 't may be said, There's a good wife. BOLD. A widow. INGEN. And a maid. [_They set garlands on their heads._ WIFE. Yet mine is now approv'd the happiest life, Since each of you hath chang'd to be a wife. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [132] [Edits., _in_.] [133] _Readiness_, second edit. [134] Ovid. "Amor." lib. i. el. 5. [135] In the old copies, by an error, act v. is said again to begin here; it is in fact the second scene of the last act. [136] The old stage direction states that Subtle enters, _with a letter_, but the words have been misplaced, and should have followed _Brother_, who delivers it to the Lady Honour. [137] This refers, no doubt, to the scene in the old "most pleasant comedy of 'Mucedorus,'" 1598, when Amadine is pursued by the bear, [vii. 208.] [138] Old copies, _couching_. [139] Edits., _I_.