_Unc._ The women are too craftie, _Valentine_ too coy, and _Frank_ too bashfull, had any wise man hold of such a blessing, they would strike it out o'th' flint but they would form it. _Enter_ Widow, _and_ Shorthose. _Mer._ The Widow sure, why does she stir so early? _Wid._ 'Tis strange, I cannot force him to understand me, and make a benefit of what I would bring him: tell my sister I'le use my devotions at home this morning, she may if she please go to Church. _Short._ Hey ho. _Wid._ And do you wait upon her with a torch Sir. _Short._ Hey ho. _Wid._ You lazie Knave. _Short._ Here is such a tinkle tanklings that we can ne're lie quiet, and sleep our prayers out. _Ralph_, pray emptie my right shooe that you made your Chamber-pot, and burn a little Rosemarie in't, I must wait upon my Lady. This morning Prayer has brought me into a consumption, I have nothing left but flesh and bones about me. _Wid._ You drousie slave, nothing but sleep and swilling! _Short._ Had you been bitten with Bandog fleas, as I have been, and haunted with the night Mare. _Wid._ With an Ale-pot. _Short._ You would have little list to morning Prayers, pray take my fellow _Ralph_, he has a Psalm Book, I am an ingrum man. _Wid._ Get you ready quickly, and when she is ready wait upon her handsomely; no more, be gone. _Short._ If I do snore my part out-- [_Exit_ Short. _Unc._ Now to our purposes. _Mer._ Good morrow, Madam. _Wid._ Good morrow, Gentlemen. _Unc._ Good joy and fortune. _Wid._ These are good things, and worth my thanks, I thank you Sir. _Mer._ Much joy I hope you'l find, we came to gratulate your new knit marriage-band. _Wid._ How? _Unc._ He's a Gentleman, although he be my kinsman, my fair Niece. _Wid._ Niece, Sir? _Unc._ Yes Lady, now I may say so, 'tis no shame to you, I say a Gentleman, and winking at some light fancies, which you most happily may affect him for, as bravely carried, as nobly bred and managed. _Wid._ What's all this? I understand you not, what Niece, what marriage-knot? _Unc._ I'le tell plainly, you are my Niece, and _Valentine_ the Gentleman has made you so by marriage. _Wid._ Marriage? _Unc._ Yes Lady, and 'twas a noble and vertuous part, to take a falling man to your protection, and buoy him up again to all his glories. _Wid._ The men are mad. _Mer._ What though he wanted these outward things, that flie away like shadows, was not his mind a full one, and a brave one? You have wealth enough to give him gloss and outside, and he wit enough to give way to love a Lady. _Unc._ I ever thought he would do well. _Mer._ Nay, I knew how ever he wheel'd about like a loose Cabine, he would charge home at length, like a brave Gentleman; Heavens blessing o' your heart Lady, we are so bound to honour you, in all your service so devoted to you. _Unc._ Do not look so strange Widow, it must be known, better a general joy; no stirring here yet, come, come, you cannot hide 'em.