Trick. What new maggot’s this? you dare not, sure, be jealous!

Limb. No, I protest, sweet Pug, I am not:  only to satisfy my curiosity; that’s but reasonable, you know.

Trick. Come, what foolish curiosity?

Limb. You must know, Pug, I was going but just now, in obedience to your commands, to enquire of the health and safety of your jewels, and my brother Brainsick most barbarously forbade me entrance:—­nay, I dare accuse you, when Pug’s by to back me;—­but now I am resolved I will go see them, or somebody shall smoke for it.

Brain. But I resolve you shall not.  If she pleases to command my person, I can comply with the obligation of a cavalier.

Trick. But what reason had you to forbid him, then, sir?

Limb. Ay, what reason had you to forbid me, then, sir?

Brain. ’Twas only my caprichio, madam.—­Now must I seem ignorant of what she knows full well. [Aside.

Trick. We’ll enquire the cause at better leisure; come down, Mr Limberham.

Limb. Nay, if it were only his caprichio, I am satisfied; though I must tell you, I was in a kind of huff, to hear him Tan ta ra, tan ta ra, a quarter of an hour together; for Tan ta ra is but an odd kind of sound, you know, before a man’s chamber.

  Enter PLEASANCE.

Pleas. [Aside.] Judith has assured me, he must be there; and, I am resolved, I’ll satisfy my revenge at any rate upon my rivals.

Trick. Mrs Pleasance is come to call us:  pray let us go.

Pleas. Oh dear, Mr Limberham, I have had the dreadfullest dream to-night, and am come to tell it you:  I dreamed you left your mistress’s jewels in your chamber, and the door open.

Limb. In good time be it spoken; and so I did, Mrs Pleasance.

Pleas. And that a great swinging thief came in, and whipt them out.

Limb. Marry, heaven forbid!

Trick. This is ridiculous:  I’ll speak to your mother, madam, not to suffer you to eat such heavy suppers.

Limb. Nay, that’s very true; for, you may remember she fed very much upon larks and pigeons; and they are very heavy meat, as Pug says.

Trick. The jewels are all safe; I looked on them.

Brain. Will you never stand corrected, Mrs Pleasance?

Pleas. Not by you; correct your matrimony.—­And methought, of a sudden this thief was turned to Mr Woodall; and that, hearing Mr Limberham come, he slipt for fear into the closet.

Trick. I looked all over it; I’m sure he is not there.—­Come away, dear.

Brain. What, I think you are in a dream too, brother Limberham.

Limb. If her dream should come out now! ’tis good to be sure, however.