Trick. You are sure; have not I said it?—­You had best make Mr Woodall a thief, madam.

Pleas. I make him nothing, madam:  but the thief in my dream was like Mr Woodall; and that thief may have made Mr Limberham something.

Limb. Nay, Mr Woodall is no thief, that’s certain; but if a thief should be turned to Mr Woodall, that may be something.

Trick. Then I’ll fetch out the jewels:  will that satisfy you?

Brain. That shall satisfy him.

Limb. Yes, that shall satisfy me.

Pleas. Then you are a predestinated fool, and somewhat worse, that shall be nameless.  Do you not see how grossly she abuses you? my life on’t, there’s somebody within, and she knows it; otherwise she would suffer you to bring out the jewels.

Limb. Nay, I am no predestinated fool; and therefore, Pug, give way.

Trick. I will not satisfy your humour.

Limb. Then I will satisfy it myself:  for my generous blood is up, and I’ll force my entrance.

Brain. Here’s Bilbo, then, shall bar you; atoms are not so small, as I will slice the slave.  Ha! fate and furies!

Limb. Ay, for all your fate and furies, I charge you, in his majesty’s name, to keep the peace:  now, disobey authority, if you dare.

Trick. Fear him not, sweet Mr Brainsick.

Pleas. to Brain. But, if you should hinder him, he may trouble you at law, sir, and say you robbed him of his jewels.

Limb. That is well thought on.  I will accuse him heinously; there—­and therefore fear and tremble.

Brain. My allegiance charms me:  I acquiesce.  The occasion is plausible to let him pass.—­Now let the burnished beams upon his brow blaze broad, for the brand he cast upon the Brainsick. [Aside.

Trick. Dear Mr Limberham, come back, and hear me.

Limb. Yes, I will hear thee, Pug.

Pleas. Go on; my life for yours, he is there.

Limb. I am deaf as an adder; I will not hear thee, nor have no commiseration. [Struggles from her, and rushes in.

Trick. Then I know the worst, and care not.
                                    [LIMBERHAM comes running out with
                                     the Jewels, followed by WOODALL,
                                     with his Sword drawn.

Limb. O save me, Pug, save me! [Gets behind her.

Wood. A slave, to come and interrupt me at my devotions! but I will—­

Limb. Hold, hold, since you are so devout; for heaven’s sake, hold!

Brain. Nay, monsieur Woodall!

Trick. For my sake, spare him.

Limb. Yes, for Pug’s sake, spare me.