_Wild_. Twenty guineas Were better in the gutter thrown than gone To fee a dancing-master! [Aside.] _Con_. And you're grown An amateur in music!--What fine air Was that you praised last night?--"The Widow Jones!" A country jig they turned into a song. You asked "If it had come from Italy?" The lady blushed and held her peace, and then You blushed and said, "Perhaps it came from France!" And then when blushed the lady more, nor spoke, You said, "At least it came from Germany!" The air was English!--a true English air; A downright English air!--a common air; Old as "When Good King Arthur." Not a square, Court, alley, street, or lane about the town, In which it is not whistled, played, or sung! But you must have it come from Italy, Or Germany, or France. Go home! Go home! To Lincolnshire, and mind thy dog and horn! You'll never do for town! "The Widow Jones" To come from Italy! Stay not in town, Or you'll be married to the Widow Jones, Since you've forsworn, you say, the Widow Green! And morn and night they'll din your ears with her! "Well met, dear Master Wildrake. A fine day! Pray, can you tell whence came the Widow Jones?" They love a jest in town! To Lincolnshire! You'll never do for town! To Lincolnshire; "The Widow Jones" to come from Italy! [Goes out.] _Wild_. Confound the Widow Jones! 'Tis true! The air Well as the huntsman's triple mort I know, But knew not then indeed, 'twas so disguised With shakes and flourishes, outlandish things, That mar, not grace, an honest English song! Howe'er, the mischief's done! and as for her, She is either into hate or madness fallen. If madness, would she had her wits again, Or I my heart! If hate, my love's undone; I'll give her up. I'll e'en to Master Trueworth, Confess my treason--own my punishment-- Take horse, and back again to Lincolnshire! [Goes out.] _Con_. [Returning.] Not here! I trust I have not gone too far! If he should quit the house! Go out of town! Poor neighbour Wildrake! Little does he owe me! From childhood I've been used to plague him thus. Why would he fall in love, and spoil it all! I feel as I could cry! He has no right To marry any one! What wants he with A wife? Has he not plague enough in me? Would he be plagued with anybody else? Ever since I have lived in town I have felt The want of neighbour Wildrake! Not a soul Besides I care to quarrel with; and now He goes and gives himself to another! What! Am I in love with neighbour Wildrake? No. I only would not have him marry--marry? Sooner I'd have him dead than have him marry! ACT IV. SCENE I.--A Room in Master Waller's House. [Enter ALICE, hastily.]