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The Puritaine Widdow by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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proud on't, thou hast a kind loving sister-in-law; how
constant! how passionate! how full of April the poor soul's
eyes are! Well, I would my Brother knew on't, he would
then know what a kind wife he had left behind him: truth,
and twere not for shame that the Neighbours at th' next
garden should hear me, between joy and grief I should e'en
cry out-right!

[Exit Sir Godfrey.]

EDMOND.
So, a fair riddance! My father's laid in dust; his Coffin
and he is like a whole-meat-pye, and the worms will cut
him up shortly. Farewell, old Dad, farewell. I'll be
curb'd in no more. I perceived a son and heir may quickly
be made a fool, and he will be one, but I'll take another
order.--Now she would have me weep for him, for-sooth, and
why? because he cozn'd the right heir, being a fool, and
bestow'd those Lands upon me his eldest Son; and therefore
I must weep for him, ha, ha. Why, all the world knows, as
long as twas his pleasure to get me, twas his duty to get
for me: I know the law in that point; no Attorney can
gull me. Well, my Uncle is an old Ass, and an Admirable
Cockscomb. I'll rule the Roast my self. I'll be kept
under no more; I know what I may do well enough by my
Father's Copy: the Law's in mine own hands now: nay, now
I know my strength, I'll be strong enough for my Mother,
I warrant you.

[Exit.]
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