Wood. [Aside.] Are you gloating already? then there’s hopes, i’faith.

Trick. You seem to know him, father.

Aldo. Know him! from his cradle—­What’s your name?

Wood. Woodall.

Ald. Woodall of Woodall; I knew his father; we were contemporaries, and fellow-wenchers in our youth.

Wood. [Aside.] My honest father stumbles into truth, in spite of lying.

Trick. I was just coming down to the garden-house, before you came.
                                                  [TRICKSY descends.

Aldo. I am sorry I cannot stay to present my son, Woodall, to you; but I have set you together, that’s enough for me. [Exit.

Wood. [Alone.] ’Twas my study to avoid my father, and I have run full into his mouth:  and yet I have a strong hank upon him too; for I am privy to as many of his virtues, as he is of mine.  After all, if I had an ounce of discretion left, I should pursue this business no farther:  but two fine women in a house! well, it is resolved, come what will on it, thou art answerable for all my sins, old Aldo—­

  Enter TRICKSY, with a box of essences.

Here she comes, this heir-apparent of a sempstress, and a cobler! and yet, as she’s adorned, she looks like any princess of the blood.
          
                                             [Salutes her.

Trick. [Aside.] What a difference there is between this gentleman, and my feeble keeper, Mr Limberham! he’s to my wish, if he would but make the least advances to me.—­Father Aldo tells me, sir, you are a traveller:  What adventures have you had in foreign countries?

Wood. I have no adventures of my own, can deserve your curiosity; but, now I think on it, I can tell you one that happened to a French cavalier, a friend of mine, at Tripoli.

Trick. No wars, I beseech you:  I am so weary of father Aldo’s Loraine and Crequi.

Wood. Then this is as you would desire it, a love-adventure.  This French gentleman was made a slave to the Dey of Tripoli; by his good qualities, gained his master’s favour; and after, by corrupting an eunuch, was brought into the seraglio privately, to see the Dey’s mistress.

Trick. This is somewhat; proceed, sweet sir.

Wood. He was so much amazed, when he first beheld her leaning over a balcony, that he scarcely dared to lift his eyes, or speak to her.

Trick. [Aside.] I find him now.—­But what followed of this dumb interview?

Wood. The nymph was gracious, and came down to him; but with so goddess-like a presence, that the poor gentleman was thunder-struck again.

Trick. That savoured little of the monsieur’s gallantry, especially when the lady gave him encouragement.