Pleas. I could tear out the villain’s eyes, for dishonouring you, while you stand considering, as you call it.  Are you a man, and suffer this?

Limb. Yes, I am a man; but a man’s but a man, you know:  I am recollecting myself, how these things can be.

Saint. How they can be!  I have heard them; I have seen them.

Limb. Heard them, and seen them!  It may be so; but yet I cannot enter into this same business:  I am amazed, I must confess; but the best is, I do not believe one word of it.

Saint. Make haste, and thine own eyes shall testify against her.

Limb. Nay, if my own eyes testify, it may be so:—­but it is impossible, however; for I am making a settlement upon her, this very day.

Pleas. Look, and satisfy yourself, ere you make that settlement on so false a creature.

Limb. But yet, if I should look, and not find her false, then I must cast in another hundred, to make her satisfaction.

Pleas. Was there ever such a meek, hen-hearted creature!

Saint. Verily, thou has not the spirit of a cock-chicken.

Limb. Before George, but I have the spirit of a lion, and I will tear her limb from limb—­if I could believe it.

Pleas. Love, jealousy, and disdain, how they torture me at once! and this insensible creature—­were I but in his place—­[To him.] Think, that this very instant she is yours no more:  Now, now she is giving up herself, with so much violence of love, that if thunder roared, she could not hear it.

Limb. I have been whetting all this while:  They shall be so taken in the manner, that Mars and Venus shall be nothing to them.

Pleas. Make haste; go on then.

Limb. Yes, I will go on;—­and yet my mind misgives me plaguily.

Saint. Again backsliding!

Pleas. Have you no sense of honour in you?

Limb. Well, honour is honour, and I must go:  But I shall never get me such another Pug again!  O, my heart! my poor tender heart! it is just breaking with Pug’s unkindness! [They drag him out.

SCENE II.—­WOODALL and TRICKSY discovered in the Garden-house.

  Enter GERVASE to them.

Gerv. Make haste, and save yourself, sir; the enemy’s at hand:  I have discovered him from the corner, where you set me sentry.

Wood. Who is it?

Gerv. Who should it be, but Limberham? armed with a two-hand fox.  O Lord, O Lord!

Trick. Enter quickly into the still-house, both of you, and leave me to him:  There is a spring-lock within, to open it when we are gone.

Wood. Well, I have won the party and revenge, however:  A minute longer, and I had won the tout. [They go in:  She locks the Door.