ACT V. SCENE I.

_A Room in_ LUCRE’S _House_.

_Enter_ LUCRE _and_ WITGOOD. WIT. Nay, uncle, let me prevail with you so much; I’faith, go, now he has invited you. LUC. I shall have great joy there when he has borne away the widow! WIT. Why, la, I thought where I should find you presently: uncle, a’ my troth, ’tis nothing so. LUC. What’s nothing so, sir? is not he married to the widow? WIT. No, by my troth, is he not, uncle. LUC. How? WIT. Will you have the truth on’t? he is married to a whore, i’faith. LUC. I should laugh at that. WIT. Uncle, let me perish in your favour if you find it not so; and that ’tis I that have married the honest woman. LUC. Ha! I’d walk ten mile a’ foot to see that, i’faith. WIT. And see’t you shall, or I’ll ne’er see you again. LUC. A quean, i’faith? ha, ha, ha! [_Exeunt._