, for the world so
reports.

_Val._ Do not provoke me.

_Wid._ And half an eye may see.

_Val._ Do not provoke me, the world's a lying world, and thou shalt
find it, have a good heart, and take a strong faith to thee, and mark
what follows, my Nurse, yes, you shall rock me: Widow I'le keep you
waking.

_Wid._ You are disposed Sir.

_Val._ Yes marry am I Widow, and you shall feel it, nay and they
touch my freehold, I am a Tiger.

_Wid._ I think so.

_Val._ Come.

_Wid._ Whither?

_Val._ Any whither. [_Sings._

The fit's upon me now, the fit's upon me now,
Come quickly gentle Ladie, the fit's upon me now,
The world shall know they're fools,
And so shalt thou do too,
Let the Cobler meddle with his tools,
The fit's upon me now.

Take me quickly, while I am in this vein, away with me, for if I have
but two hours to consider, all the widows in the world cannot recover
me.

_Wid._ If you will, go with me Sir.

_Val._ Yes marrie will I, but 'tis in anger yet, and I will marrie
thee, do not cross me; yes, and I will lie with thee, and get a whole
bundle of babies, and I will kiss thee, stand still and kiss me
handsomely, but do not provoke me, stir neither hand nor foot, for I am
dangerous, I drunk sack yesternight, do not allure me: Thou art no widow
of this world, come in pitie, and in spite I'le marrie thee, not a word
more, and I may be brought to love thee. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Merchant, _and_ Uncle, _at several doors_.

_Mer._ Well met again, and what good news yet?

_Unc._ Faith nothing.

_Mer._ No fruits of what we sowed?

_Unc._ Nothing I hear of.

_Mer._ No turning in this tide yet?

_Unc._ 'Tis all flood, and till that fall away, there's no expecting.

_Enter_ Fran. Isab. Lance, Shorthose, _a torch_.

_Mer._ Is not this his younger Brother?

_Unc._ With a Gentlewoman the widow's sister, as I live he smiles,
he has got good hold, why well said _Frank_ i'faith, let's stay and
mark.

_Isab._ Well, you are the prettiest youth, and so you have handled
me, think you ha' me sure.

_Fran._ As sure as wedlock.

_Isab._ You had best lie with me too.

_Fran._ Yes indeed will I, and get such black ey'd boyes.

_Unc._ God a Mercy, _Frank_.

_Isab._ This is a merrie world, poor simple Gentlewomen that think
no harm, cannot walk about their business, but they must be catcht up I
know not how.

_Fran._ I'le tell you, and I'le instruct ye too, have I caught you,
Mistress?