Limb. [Aside.] Pug is in a pure humour to-night, and it would vex a man to lose it; but yet I must be satisfied:—­and therefore, upon mature consideration, give me the key.

Trick. You are resolved, then?

Limb. Yes, I am resolved; for I have sworn to myself by Styx; and that is an irrevocable oath.

Trick. Now, see your folly:  There’s the key. [Gives it him.

Limb. Why, that is a loving Pug; I will prove thee innocent immediately:  And that will put an end to all controversies betwixt us.

Trick. Yes, it shall put an end to all our quarrels:  Farewell for the last time, sir.  Look well upon my face, that you may remember it; for, from this time forward, I have sworn it irrevocably too, that you shall never see it more.

Limb. Nay, but hold a little, Pug.  What’s the meaning of this new commotion?

Trick. No more; but satisfy your foolish fancy, for you are master:  and, besides, I am willing to be justified.

Limb. Then you shall be justified. [Puts the Key in the Door.

Trick. I know I shall:  Farewell.

Limb. But, are you sure you shall?

Trick. No, no, he is there:  You’ll find him up in the chimney, or behind the door; or, it may be, crowded into some little galley-pot.

Limb. But you will not leave me, if I should look?

Trick. You are not worthy my answer:  I am gone. [Going out.

Limb. Hold, hold, divine Pug, and let me recollect a little.—­This is no time for meditation neither:  while I deliberate, she may be gone.  She must be innocent, or she could never be so confident and careless.—­Sweet Pug, forgive me. [Kneels.

Trick. I am provoked too far.

Limb. It is the property of a goddess to forgive.  Accept of this oblation; with this humble kiss, I here present it to thy fair hand:  I conclude thee innocent without looking, and depend wholly upon thy mercy. [Offers the Key.

Trick. No, keep it, keep it:  the lodgings are your own.

Limb. If I should keep it, I were unworthy of forgiveness:  I will no longer hold this fatal instrument of our separation.

Trick. [Taking it.] Rise, sir:  I will endeavour to overcome my nature, and forgive you; for I am so scrupulously nice in love, that it grates my very soul to be suspected:  Yet, take my counsel, and satisfy yourself.

Limb. I would not be satisfied, to be possessor of Potosi, as my brother Brainsick says.  Come to bed, dear Pug.—­Now would not I change my condition, to be an eastern monarch! [Exeunt.

  Enter WOODALL and GERVASE.