[_Makes mouths at them as they pass by him to bring them to a constant countenance_.] So, they are pretty well--pretty well." [_Exit_.
* * * * * When the stage is clear Lord Brumpton and his servant Trusty enter.
The former has wakened from his cataleptic trance, as the faithful Trusty watched beside him, and is horrified to learn of Lady Brumpton's lack of grief.

But hush; he will conceal himself, for here comes my lady, accompanied by her woman and confidant, Mistress Tattleaid.
* * * * * "_Enter_ WIDOW _and_ TATTLEAID, _meeting and running to each other_.
"WIDOW.

Oh, Tattleaid, his and our hour has come! "TAT.

I always said by his church yard cough, you'd bury him, and still you were impatient.
"WIDOW.

Nay, thou hast ever been my comfort, my confident, my friend, and my servant; and now I'll reward thy pains; for tho' I scorn the whole sex of fellows I'll give them hopes for thy sake; every smile, every frown, every gesture, humour, caprice and whimsy of mine shall be gold to thee, girl; thou shalt feel all the sweets and wealth of being a fine rich widow's woman.