_Comp._ I thank you: well, I do not think but you'll all see me come off with as smooth a Forehead, and make my Wife as honest a Woman as a Man wou'd desire sometimes, I mean of her Rank; and a teeming Woman, as you know she has been: Nay, I do not think but the Child too will be found to be as lawful a Child as any Couple of unmarried People can beget. 2d _Neigh._ We long to see it Neighbour _Compasse_, that so some of us may do the like upon the same occasion. _Comp._ You're in the right, old Stitch of the World: But soft, see where she comes with a whole Bundle of as good sound Maidens as her self. _Enter_ Peg _new cloth'd, with three or four Women Neighbours._ Stand aside a little, and mind me I pray. _Omnes._ Agreed, agreed. _Comp._ Good Morrow fair Maid. _Peg._ In truth Sir you are mistaken in both, for I am neither fair, nor yet a Maid. _Comp._ No, what are you then I pray, a Wife? _Peg._ That indeed I was, but alas,--I am now a Widow. _Comp._ A Widow say you? Nay then I must make bold with you; for look you, your Case is somewhat like mine, I being a Husband without a Wife. 1st _Neigh._ Aye neighbour, this is something like. _Pett._ They begin well, let them go on. _Comp._ How long have you been a Widow, good Woman? Nay pray do not weep forsooth. _Peg._ I can't choose but cry, to think of the great Loss I had. _Comp._ Why, was he an honest Man? _Peg._ Honest quoth a', I vow and protest he was as honest a Man as e're broke Bread. O I shall never have such another. [_Cries out._ _Comp._ By my Faith now Mistress you have had a great Loss indeed, for an honest Man is not to be found every where, nor in every Street. _Pett._ The Rogue's witty. 2d _Neigh._ Aye, aye, let 'em go on. _Comp._ And how long is it since you lost this honest Husband? _Peg._ O dear, his Memory is too fresh; and the Sight of you doubles my Sorrow. _Comp._ The Sight of me, say you; why, was he so like me? _Peg._ As one Apple to another; your two Hands are not more alike. _Comp._ Nay then I cannot blame thee to weep: An honest Man he was I warrant him; and you have had a mighty Loss, that's the Truth on't: But was he proportioned like me, so well limb'd, and of such a wholesom Complexion, heh! _Peg._ No Twins were ever more alike. _Comp._ Well I love, his Memory is still better and better: and how many Children did he leave behind him? _Peg._ Only one, Sir. _Comp._ A Boy or a Girl? _Peg._ A dainty fine Boy, Sir. _Comp._ Just my own case still; my Wife (rest her Soul) left me a Boy too, a lusty chopping Boy of his Age (as they tell me, for I never saw it). _Peg._ So is mine. _Comp._ And what Profession was your Husband of? _Peg._ A Seaman. _Comp._ Heigh! my own Faculty too! And can you like a Man of that Profession again? _Peg._ Yes surely, for his dear sake, whom I lov'd so tenderly, I shall always esteem a Sailer. _Comp._ Shall you so? why then here's your Man: What say you, Is't a Match?