_3rd La._ No, that's no exception; but I'll tell you one, he's younger than his brother. _Wid._ Ladies, talk not of such affairs. Who could love such an unhappy relict as I am? But, dear madam, what grounds have you for that idle story? _4th La._ Why he toasts you, and trembles when you're spoke of; it must be a match. _Wid._ Nay, nay; you rally, you rally; but I know you mean it kindly. _1st La._ I swear we do. [TATTLEAID _whispers the_ WIDOW. _Wid._ But I must beseech you, ladies, since you have been so compassionate as to visit and accompany my sorrow, to give me the only comfort I can now know, to see my friends cheerful, and to honour an entertainment Tattleaid has prepared within for you. If I can find strength enough I'll attend you; but I wish you'd excuse me, for I've no relish of food or joy, but will try to get a bit down in my own chamber. _All._ No, no, you must go with us. _1st La._ There's no pleasure without you. _Wid._ But, madam, I must beg of your ladyship not to be so importune to my fresh calamity, as to mention Nutbrain any more; I'm sure there's nothing in it. In love with me, quoth a'. [_Is helped off. Exeunt._ _Enter_ MADEMOISELLE, _and_ CAMPLEY _in women's clothes carrying her things._ _Mad._ I very glad us be in de ladies' antichamber; I was shamed of you. You, you, such an impudent look; besides, me wonder you were not seized by the constable, when you pushed de man into de kennel. _Cam._ Why, should I have let him kissed me? _Mad._ No; but if you had hit him wit fan, and say, why sure saucy-box, it been enough; beside, what you hitted de gentleman for offer kiss me? _Cam._ I beg pardon, I did not know you were pleased with it. _Mad._ Please, no, but me rader be kiss den you, Mr. Terim's friend, be found out. Could not you say when he kiss me, sure saucy-box dat's meat for your master? Besides, you take such strides when you walk--walk--O fie; dese littil pette tiny bits a woman steps. [_Showing her step._ _Cam._ But prithee, mademoiselle, why have you lost your English tongue all of a sudden? Methought when the fellow called us French whores, as we came along, and said we came to starve their own people, you gave him pretty plain English; he was a dog, a rascal, you'd send him to the stocks. _Mad._ Ha! ha! ha! I was in a passion and betrayed myself, but you're my lover's friend, and a man of honour, therefore know you'll do nothing to injure us. Why, Mr. Campley, you must know I can speak as good English as you, but I don't for fear of losing my customers. The English will never give a price for anything they understand. Nay, I've known some of your fools pretend to buy with good breeding, and give any rate rather than not be thought to have French enough to know what they were doing; strange and far-fetched things they only like. Don't you see how they swallow gallons of the juice of tea, while their own dock-leaves are trod under foot? But mum; my Lady Harriot. _Enter_ LADY HARRIOT.