Act 5 — [Scene I.][3896]
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[Scene I.][3896]
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 should5 find you presently. Uncle, a’ my troth, ’t is nothing so.
Luc. What ’s nothing so, sir? Is not he married to the widow?
Wit. No, by my troth, is he not, uncle.10
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 favour15 if you find it not so; and that ’t is 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 see20 you again.
Luc. A quean, i’ faith? Ha, ha, ha!
Exeunt.