_Ser._ She will not be answered Sir. _Val._ Fling up the bed and let her in, I'le try how gentle she is-- [_Exit_ Servant. This Sack has fill'd my head so full of babies, I am almost mad; what Gentlewoman should this be? I hope she has brought me no butter print along with her to lay to my charge, if she have 'tis all one, I'le forswear it. _Enter_ Widow. _Wid._ O you're a noble Gallant, send off your Servant pray. [_Exit_ Servant. _Val._ She will not ravish me? by this light she looks as sharp set as a Sparrow hawk, what wouldst thou woman? _Wid._ O you have used me kindly, and like a Gentleman, this is to trust to you. _Val._ Trust to me, for what? _Wid._ Because I said in jest once, you were a handsom man, one I could like well, and fooling, made you believe I loved you, and might be brought to marrie. _Val._ The widow is drunk too. _Wid._ You out of this, which is a fine discretion, give out the matter's done, you have won and wed me, and that you have put, fairly put for an heir too, these are fine rumours to advance my credit: i'th' name of mischief what did you mean? _Val._ That you loved me, and that you might be brought to marrie me? why, what a Devil do you mean, widow? _Wid._ 'Twas a fine trick too, to tell the world though you had enjoyed your first wish you wished, the wealth you aimed at, that I was poor, which is most true, I am, have sold my lands, because I love not those vexations, yet for mine honours sake, if you must be prating, and for my credits sake in the Town. _Val._ I tell thee widow, I like thee ten times better, now thou hast no Lands, for now thy hopes and cares lye on thy husband, if e're thou marryest more. _Wid._ Have not you married me, and for this main cause, now as you report it, to be your Nurse? _Val._ My Nurse? why, what am I grown to, give me the Glass, my Nurse. _Wid._ You n'er said truer, I must confess I did a little favour you, and with some labour might have been perswaded, but when I found I must be hourly troubled, with making broths, and dawbing your decayes with swadling, and with stitching up your ruines, for the world so reports. _Val._ Do not provoke me. _Wid._ And half an eye may see. _Val._ Do not provoke me, the world's a lying world, and thou shalt find it, have a good heart, and take a strong faith to thee, and mark what follows, my Nurse, yes, you shall rock me: Widow I'le keep you waking. _Wid._ You are disposed Sir. _Val._ Yes marry am I Widow, and you shall feel it, nay and they touch my freehold, I am a Tiger. _Wid._ I think so. _Val._ Come. _Wid._ Whither? _Val._ Any whither. [_Sings._ The fit's upon me now, the fit's upon me now, Come quickly gentle Ladie, the fit's upon me now, The world shall know they're fools, And so shalt thou do too, Let the Cobler meddle with his tools, The fit's upon me now.