The Puritain Widow
WIDOW. O, rank not me with those wicked women: I had a husband Out-shined 'em all.
SIR GODFREY. Aye, that he did, yfaith: he out-shined 'em all.
WIDOW. Doost thou stand there and see us all weep, and not once shed a tear for thy father's death? oh, thou ungratious son and heir, thou!
EDMOND. Troth, Mother, I should not weep, I'm sure; I am past a child, I hope, to make all my old School fellows laugh at me; I should be mocked, so I should. Pray, let one of my Sisters weep for me. I'll laugh as much for her another time.
WIDOW. Oh, thou past-Grace, thou! out