WID. I cannot believe thy wit's more than thy money--a fellow so well-limbed, so able to do good service, and want? STEPH. Why, mistress, my shoulders were not made for a frock and a basket, nor a coal-sack; no, nor my hands to turn a trencher at a table's side. WID. I like that resolution well; but how comes it then that thy wit leaves thy body unfurnished? Thou art very poor? STEPH. The fortune of the dice, you see. WID. They are the only wizards, I confess, The only fortune-tellers; but he that goes To seek his fortune from them must never hope To have a good destiny allotted him. Yet it is not the course that I dislike in thee, But that thou canst not supply that course, And outcross them that cross thee; were I as thou art-- STEPH. You'd be as beggarly as I am. WID. I'll be hanged first. STEPH. Nay, you must be well hanged ere you can be as I am. WID. So, sir: I conceit you. Were I as well hanged, then, as you could imagine, I would tell some rich widow such a tale in her ear-- STEPH. Ha! some rich widow? By this penniless pocket, I think 'twere not the worst way. WID. I'd be ashamed to take such a fruitless oath. I say, seek me out some rich widow; promise her fair--she's apt to believe a young man. Marry her, and let her estate fly. No matter: 'tis charity. Twenty to one some rich miser raked it together. This is none of Hercules' labours. STEPH. Ha? Let me recount these articles: _seek her out; promise her fair; marry her; let her estate fly_. But where should I find her? WID. The easiest of all. Why, man, they are more common than tavern-bushes; two fairs might be furnished every week in London with 'em, though no foreigners came in, if the charter were granted once: nay, 'tis thought, if the horsemarket be removed, that Smithfield shall be so employed; and then, I'll warrant you, 'twill be as well furnished with widows as 'twas with sows, cows, and old trotting jades before. STEPH. 'Sfoot! if it were, I would be a chapman; I'd see for my pleasure, and buy for my _love_, for _money_ I have none. WID. Thou shalt not stay the market, if thou'lt be ruled. I'll find thee out a widow, and help in some of the rest too, if thou'lt but promise me the last, but to let her estate fly; for she's one I love not, and I'd be glad to see that revenge on her. STEPH. Spend her estate? were't five aldermen's. I'll put you in security for that; 'sfoot! all my neighbours shall be bound for me; nay, my kind sister-in-law shall pass her word for that. WID. Only this I'll enjoin you: to be matrimonially honest to her for your own health's sake. All other injuries shall be blessings to her.