Enter LIMBERHAM, with a great Sword.

Limb. Disloyal Pug!

Trick. What humour is this? you are drunk, it seems:  Go sleep.

Limb. Thou hast robbed me of my repose for ever:  I am like Macbeth, after the death of good king Duncan; methinks a voice says to me,—­Sleep no more; Tricksy has murdered sleep.

Trick. Now I find it:  You are willing to save your settlement, and are sent by some of your wise counsellors, to pick a quarrel with me.

Limb. I have been your cully above these seven years; but, at last, my eyes are opened to your witchcraft; and indulgent heaven has taken care of my preservation.  In short, madam, I have found you out; and, to cut off preambles, produce your adulterer.

Trick. If I have any, you know him best:  You are the only ruin of my reputation.  But if I have dishonoured my family, for the love of you, methinks you should be the last man to upbraid me with it.

Limb. I am sure you are of the family of your abominable great grandam Eve; but produce the man, or, by my father’s soul—­

Trick. Still I am in the dark.

Limb. Yes, you have been in the dark; I know it:  But I shall bring you to light immediately.

Trick. You are not jealous?

Limb. No; I am too certain to be jealous:  But you have a man here, that shall be nameless; let me see him.

Trick. Oh, if that be your business, you had best search:  And when you have wearied yourself, and spent your idle humour, you may find me above, in my chamber, and come to ask my pardon. [Going.

Limb. You may go, madam; but I shall beseech your ladyship to leave the key of the still-house door behind you:  I have a mind to some of the sweet-meats you have locked up there; you understand me.  Now, for the old dog-trick! you have lost the key, I know already, but I am prepared for that; you shall know you have no fool to deal with.

Trick. No; here is the key:  Take it, and satisfy your foolish curiosity.

Limb. [Aside.] This confidence amazes me!  If those two gipsies have abused me, and I should not find him there now, this would make an immortal quarrel.

Trick. [Aside.] I have put him to a stand.

Limb. Hang it, it is no matter; I will be satisfied:  If it comes to a rupture, I know the way to buy my peace.  Pug, produce the key.

Trick. [Takes him about the neck.] My dear, I have it for you:  come, and kiss me.  Why would you be so unkind to suspect my faith now! when I have forsaken all the world for you.—­[Kiss again.] But I am not in the mood of quarrelling to-night; I take this jealousy the best way, as the effect of your passion.  Come up, and we will go to bed together, and be friends. [Kiss again.