woman's heart--here stands your Daughters, who be well
estated, and at maturity will also be enquir'd after with
good husbands, so all these tears shall be soon dried up and
a better world than ever--What, Woman? you must not weep
still; he's dead, he's buried--yet I cannot choose but weep
for him!

WIDOW.
Marry again! no! let me be buried quick then!
And that same part of Quire whereon I tread
To such intent, O may it be my grave;
And that the priest may turn his wedding prayers,
E'en with a breath, to funeral dust and ashes!
Oh, out of a million of millions, I should ne'er find such
a husband; he was unmatchable,--unmatchable! nothing was
too hot, nor too dear for me, I could not speak of that
one thing, that I had not: beside I had keys of all, kept
all, receiv'd all, had money in my purse, spent what I would,
came home when I would, and did all what I would. Oh, my
sweet husband! I shall never have the like.

SIR GODFREY.
Sister, ne'er say so; he was an honest brother of mine, and
so, and you may light upon one as honest again, or one as
honest again may light upon you: that's the properer
phrase, indeed.

WIDOW.
Never! Oh, if you love me, urge it not.