_Wid._ No by my troth, and yet I could say more too, for when men make me angry, I am miserable. _Val._ Sure 'tis a man, she could not bear it thus bravely else, it may be I am tedious. _Wid._ Not at all, Sir, I am content at this time you should trouble me. _Val._ You are distrustful. _Wid._ Where I find no truth, Sir. _Val._ Come, come, you are full of passion. _Wid._ Some I have, I were too near the nature o' God else. _Val._ You are monstrous peevish. _Wid._ Because they are monstrous foolish, and know not how to use that should try me. _Val._ I was never answered thus; were you never drunk Lady? _Wid._ No sure, not drunk, Sir; yet I love good Wine, as I love health and joy of heart, but temperately, why do you ask that question? _Val._ For that sin that they most charge you with, is this sin's servant, they say you are monstrous-- _Wid._ What, Sir, what? _Pal._ Most strangely. _Wid._ It has a name sure? _Pal._ Infinitely lustful, without all bounds, they swear you kill'd your Husband. _Wid._ Let us have it all for Heavens sake, 'tis good mirth, Sir. _Val._ They say you will have four now, and those four stuck in four quarters, like four winds to cool you: will she not cry nor curse? _Wid._ On with your story. _Val._ And that you are forcing out of dispensations with sums of money to that purpose. _Wid._ Four Husbands! should not I be blest, Sir, for example? Lord, what should I do with them? turn a Malt-mill, or Tithe them out like Town-bulls to my Tenants, you come to make me angry, but you cannot. _Val._ I'le make you merry then, you are a brave Woman, and in despite of envy a right one, go thy wayes, truth thou art as good a Woman, as any Lord of them all can lay his Leg over, I do not often commend your Sex. _Wid._ It seems so, your commendations are so studied for. _Val._ I came to see you and sift you into Flowr to know your pureness, and I have found you excellent, I thank you; continue so, and shew men how to tread, and women how to follow: get an Husband, an honest man, you are a good woman, and live hedg'd in from scandal, let him be too an understanding man, and to that stedfast; 'tis pity your fair Figure should miscarry, and then [you] are fixt: farewel. _Wid._ Pray stay a little, I love your company now you are so pleasant, and to my disposition set so even. _Val._ I can no longer. [_Exit._ _Wid._ As I live a fine fellow, this manly handsome bluntness shews him honest; what is he, or from whence? bless me, four Husbands! how prettily he fooled me into Vices, to stir my jealousie, and find my nature; a proper Gentleman: I am not well o'th' sudden, such a companion I could live and dye with, his angers are meer mirth. _Enter_ Isabella. _Isa._ Come, come, I am ready. _Wid._ Are you so? _Isa._ What ails she? the Coach stales, and the people, the day goes on, I am as ready now as you desire, Sister: fie, who stays now, why do you sit and pout thus? _Wid._ Prethee be quiet, I am not well.