+Wid.+ For once I'll be as merry as you are mad, and learn fashions. I am set, you see, sir; but you must pardon, sir, our rudeness--Friday's fare for myself, a dish of eggs and a rabbit; I looked for no strange faces. +Alex.+ Strange: mine's a good face, i' faith; prythee, buss. +Jar.+ Why, here's one comes to the business now. +Alex.+ Sirrah, woot have the old fellow? +Wid.+ Your father? Yes. +Alex.+ I tell thee thou shalt not; no, no; I have such [a rare one][38]--this rabbit's raw too. +Jar.+ There's but one raw bit, sir. +Alex.+ Thy jester, sure, shall have a coat.[39] +Wid.+ Let it be of your own cut, sir. +Alex.+ Nay, nay, nay; two to one is extremity--but, as I was telling thee, I have such a husband for thee: so knowing, so discreet, so sprightly--fill a cup of claret--so admirable in desires, so excellently deserving, that an old man--fie, fie, prythee. Here's to thee. +Wid.+ The man's mad, sure. +Jar.+ Mad! by this hand, a witty gallant. +John.+ Prythee, peace, shalt hear a song. _Enter +Ancient Young+._ +Wid.+ What cope's-mate's[40] this, trow? who let him in? +Jar.+ By this light, a fellow of an excellent breeding. He came unbidden, and brought his stool with him. +John.+ Look, mistress, how they stare one at another. +Jar.+ Yes, and swell like a couple of gibbed cats[41] met both by chance i' th' dark in an old garret. +Wid.+ Look, look; now there's no fear of the wild beasts: they have forgot their spleens, and look prettily; they fall to their pasture. I thought they had been angry, and they are hungry. +Jar.+ Are they none of Duke Humphrey's[42] furies? Do you think that they devised this plot in Paul's to get a dinner? +Wid.+ Time may produce as strange a truth. Let's note them. _Enter +Randall+._ +Ran.+ Hur loved hur once: hur loved hur no more, Saint Tavie, so well as hur loved hur then. +Wid.+ Another burr! this is the cookmaid's leaving ope the door; and this is the daintiest dish she has sent in--a widgeon in Welsh sauce! Pray, let's make a merry day on't. +Ran.+ What! do hur keep open house? Had heard hur was widows that dwelt here: are you widows, good womans? +Wid.+ I want a husband, sir.[43] +Ran.+ Augh, Randalls comes in very good times: you keep ordinaries, hur think. What, have you set a cat before gallants there? +Jar.+ They will eat him for the second course. [_Aside._] These are suitors to my mistress sure--things that she slights. Set your feet boldly in; widows are not caught as maids kiss--faintly, but as mastiffs fight--valiantly. +Ran.+ Is hur so: I pray pid hur mistress observe Randalls for valours and prave adventures? +Anc.+ Some beer. +Wid.+ Let them want nothing. +Anc.+ Here, widow.