[Enter the Lady Widdow-Plus, her two daughters Frank and Moll,
her husband's Brother an old Knight Sir Godfrey, with her Son
and heir Master Edmond, all in mourning apparel, Edmond in a
Cyrpess Hat. The Widdow wringing her hands, and bursting out
Into passion, as newly come from the Burial of her husband.



WIDOW.
Oh, that ever I was borne, that ever I was borne!


SIR GODFREY.
Nay, good Sister, dear sister, sweet sister, be of good
comfort; show your self a woman, now or never.


WIDOW.
Oh, I have lost the dearest man, I have buried the sweetest
husband that ever lay by woman.


SIR GODFREY.
Nay, give him his due, he was indeed an honest, virtuous,
Discreet, wise man, - he was my Brother, as right as right.


WIDOW.
O, I shall never forget him, never forget him; he was a man
so well given to a woman - oh!


SIR GODFREY.
Nay, but, kind Sister, I could weep as much as any woman,