Talk not of such affairs.

Who could love such an unhappy relict as I am?
But, dear madam, what grounds have you for that idle story?
"FOURTH LADY.

Why he toasts you and trembles where you are spoke of.
It must be a match.
"WIDOW.

Nay, nay, you rally, you rally; but I know you mean it kindly.
"FIRST LADY.

I swear we do.
[TATTLEAID _whispers the_ WIDOW.
"WIDOW.