_Tru._ Look you, madam, I'll come again immediately. Be not troubled, my dear lords----[_Exit._ _Cam._ Trusty looks very confident; there is some good in that. _Re-enter_ TRUSTY _with_ CABINET. _Cab._ What, my Lord Brumpton living? nay then---- _Tru._ Hold, sir, you must not stir, nor can you, sir, retract this for your hand-writing.--My lord, this gentleman, since your supposed death, has lurked about the house to speak with my lady, or Tattleaid, who upon your decease have shunned him, in hopes, I suppose, to buy him off for ever. Now, as he was prying about, he peeped into your closet, where he saw your lordship reading. Struck with horror, and believing himself (as well he might) the disturber of your ghost for alienation of your fortune from your family, he writ me this letter, wherein he acknowledges a private marriage with this lady, half a year before you ever saw her. _All._ How? [_All turn upon her disdainfully._ _Wid._ No more a widow then, but still a wife. [_Recovering from her confusion._ I am thy wife--thou author of my evil Thou must partake with me an homely board, An homely board that never shall be cheerful; But every meal embittered with upbraidings. Thou that could'st tell me, good and ill were words, When thou could'st basely let me to another, Yet could'st see sprights, great unbeliever! Coward! Bug-beared penitent---- Stranger henceforth to all my joys, my joys To thy dishonour; despicable thing, Dishonour thee? Thou voluntary cuckold. [CABINET _sneaks off,_ WIDOW _flings after him,_ TATTLEAID _following._ _Ld. B._ I see you're all confused as well as I. Ye are my children, I hold you all so; and for your own use will speak plainly to you. I cannot hate that woman; nor shall she ever want. Though I scorn to bear her injuries, yet had I ne'er been roused from that low passion to a worthless creature, but by disdain of her attempt on my friend's child. I am glad that scorn's confirmed by her being that fellow's, whom, for my own sake, I only will contemn. Thee, Trusty, how shall we prosecute with equal praise and thanks for this great revolution in our house? _Tru._ Never to speak on't more, my lord.