_W. Green_. [Who during SIR WILLIAM'S speech has turned gradually.] What, Master Waller gone! [Aside.] _Sir Wil_. I say she had a heart-- _W. Green_. [Starting up--SIR WILLIAM also.] A plague upon her! _Sir Wil_. I knew she would break out! [Aside.] _W. Green_. Here, take the ring. It has ruined me! _Sir Wil_. I vow thou hast no cause For anger! _W. Green_. Have I not? I am undone, And all about that bauble of a ring. _Sir Wil_. You're right, it is a bauble. _W. Green_. And the minx That gave it thee! _Sir Wil_. You're right, she was a minx. I knew she'd come to calling names at last. [Aside.] _W. Green_. Sir William Fondlove, leave me. _Sir Wil_. Widow Green!-- _W. Green_. You have undone me, sir! _Sir Wil_. Don't say so! Don't! It was a girl--a child gave me the ring! _W. Green_. Do you hear me, sir? I bade you leave me. _Sir Wil_. If I thought you were so jealous-- _W. Green_. Jealous, sir! Sir William! quit my house. _Sir Wil_. A little girl To make you jealous! W. Green. Sir, you'll drive me mad! _Sir Wil_. A child, a perfect child, not ten years old! _W. Green_. Sir, I would be alone, sir! _Sir Wil_. Young enough To dandle still her doll! _W. Green_. Sir William Fondlove! _Sir Wil_. Dear Widow Green! _W. Green_. I hate you, sir! Detest you! Never wish To see you more! You have ruined me! Undone me! A blighted life I wear, and all through you! The fairest hopes that ever woman nourished, You've cankered in the very blowing! bloom And sweet destroyed, and nothing left me, but The melancholy stem. _Sir Wil_. And all about A little slut I gave a rattle to!-- Would pester me for gingerbread and comfits!-- A little roguish feigning! A love-trick I played to prove your love! _W. Green_. Sir William Fondlove! If of my own house you'll not suffer me To be the mistress, I will leave it to you! _Sir Wil_. Dear Widow Green! The ring-- _W. Green_. Confound the ring, The donor of it, thee, and everything! [Goes out.] _Sir Wil_. She is over head and ears in love with me! She's mad with love! There's love and all its signs! She's jealous of me unto very death! Poor Widow Green! I warrant she is now In tears! I think I hear her sob! Poor thing! Sir William! Oh, Sir William! You have raised A furious tempest! Set your wits to work To turn it to a calm. No question that She loves me! None then that she'll take me! So I'll have the marriage settlements made out To-morrow, and a special licence got, And marry her the next day! I will make Quick work of it, and take her by surprise! Who but a widower a widow's match? What could she see with else but partial eyes To guess me only forty? I'm a wonder! What shall I pass for in my wedding suit? I vow I am a puzzle to myself, As well as all the world besides. Odd's life! To win the heart of buxom Widow Green! [Goes out.] [WIDOW GREEN re-enters with LYDIA.]