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,
but, alas, our tears cannot call him again: me thinks you
are well read, Sister, and know that death is as common as
Homo, a common name to all men:--a man shall be taken when
he's making water.--Nay, did not the learned Parson, Master
Pigman, tell us e'en now, that all Flesh is frail, we are
borne to die, Man ha's but a time: with such like deep and
profound persuasions, as he is a rare fellow, you know, and
an excellent Reader: and for example, (as there are
examples aboundance,) did not Sir Humfrey Bubble die tother
day? There's a lusty Widdow; why, she cried not above half
an hour--for shame, for shame! Then followed him old Master
Fulsome, the Usurer: there's a wise Widdow; why, she cried
ne'er a whit at all.

WIDOW.
O, rank not me with those wicked women: I had a husband
Out-shined 'em all.

SIR GODFREY.
Aye, that he did, yfaith: he out-shined 'em all.

WIDOW.
Doost thou stand there and see us all weep, and not once
shed a tear for thy father's death? oh, thou ungratious son