and heir, thou!

EDMOND.
Troth, Mother, I should not weep, I'm sure; I am past a
child, I hope, to make all my old School fellows laugh at
me; I should be mocked, so I should. Pray, let one of my
Sisters weep for me. I'll laugh as much for her another
time.

WIDOW.
Oh, thou past-Grace, thou! out of my sight, thou graceless
imp, thou grievest me more than the death of thy Father! oh,
thou stubborn only son! hadst thou such an honest man to thy
Father--that would deceive all the world to get riches for
thee--and canst thou not afford a little salt water? he that
so wisely did quite over-throw the right heir of those lands,
which now you respect not: up every morning betwixt four
and five; so duly at Westminster Hall every Term-Time, with
all his Cards and writings, for thee, thou wicked Absolon--
oh, dear husband!

EDMOND.
Weep, quotha? I protest I am glad he's Churched; for now
he's gone, I shall spend in quiet.

FRANCES.
Dear mother, pray cease; half your Tears suffice.
Tis time for you to take truce with your eyes;
Let me weep now.