+Wid.+ How came you hither, sir? how got you in? +Alex.+ As citizens' wives do into masques, whether I would or no. Nay, nay, do not doubt the discretion of my constitution: I have brought ne'er a groat in my bosom; and, by this hand, I lay under thy bed with a heart as honest and a blood as cold as had my sister lain at top. Will you have me yet? +Wid.+ You're a very rude, uncivil fellow. +Alex.+ Uncivil! and lay so tame while you set up your foot upon the bed to untie your shoe! such another word, I will uncivilise that injured civility which you so scurvily slander, and reward you with an undecency proportionable to your understandings. Will you have me? will you marry me? +Wid.+ You! why, to-morrow morning I am to be married to your father. +Alex.+ What, to sixty and I know not how many? that will lie by your side, and divide the hours with coughs, as cocks do the night by instinct of nature. +Wid.+ And provide for his family all day. +Alex.+ And only wish well to a fair wife all night. +Wid.+ And keep's credit all day in all companies. +Alex.+ And discredit himself all night in your company. +Wid.+ Fie, fie! pray quit my house, sir. +Alex.+ Yours? 'tis my house. +Wid.+ Your house! since when? +Alex.+ Even since I was begotten; I was born to't. I must have thee, and I will have thee; and this house is mine, and none of thine. _Enter +Jarvis+._ +Jar.+ O mistress, the saddest accident i' th' street yonder. +Wid.+ What accident, prythee? +Jar.+ You must pardon my boldness in coming into your bed-chamber: there is a gentleman slain in a fray at the door yonder, and the people won't be persuaded but that he that did it took this house. There is a constable, churchwardens, and all the head-men of the parish be now searching; and they say they will come up hither to your bed-chamber, but they'll find him. I'll keep them down as long as I can; I can do no more than I can. [_Exit._ +Wid.+ Are not you the murderer, sir? +Alex.+ I ha' been under thy bed, by this hand, this three hours. +Wid.+ Pray, get you down then: they will all come up, and find you here and all, and what will the parish think then? Pray get you down. +Alex.+ No, no, no; I will not go down, now I think on't. [_Makes himself unready._[95] +Wid.+ Why, what do you mean; you will not be so uncivil to unbrace you here? +Alex.+ By these buckles, I will, and what will they think on't---- +Wid.+ Alas! you will undo me. +Alex.+ No, no, I will undo myself, look ye. +Wid.+ Good sir. +Alex.+ I will off with my doublet to my very shirt. +Wid.+ Pray, sir, have more care of a woman's reputation. +Alex.+ Have a care on't thyself, woman, and marry me then.[96]