SCEN. III.
Scene, The Widows House.
Enter Sir Frederick, leading the Widow, follow'd
by her Maid.
Sir Fred.
Little did I think I shou'd ever have been brought
To this pass: Love never had the power to rob me
Of my rest before.
Wid.
Alas, poor Gentleman! he has not been us'd to
These late hours.
Sir Fred.
Widow, do not you be peevish now; 'tis dangerous
Jesting with my affection; 'tis in its infancy, and
Must be humour'd.
Wid.
Pray teach me how, Sir.
Sir Fred.
Why, with kisses, and such pretty little dalliances;
Thus, thus.
Kisses her.
Wid.
Hold, hold, Sir; if it be so froward, put it out
To Nurse; I am not so fond of it as you imagine;
Pray how have you dispos'd of your brave Camerades?
Have you left them to the mercy of the Beadle?