Brain. Restore it to him for pity, Woodall.

Trick. I make him my trustee; he shall not restore it.

Limb. Here are jewels, that cost me above two thousand pounds; a queen might wear them.  Behold this orient necklace, Pug! ’tis pity any neck should touch it, after thine, that pretty neck! but oh, ’tis the falsest neck that e’er was hanged in pearl.

Wood. ’Twould become your bounty to give it her at parting.

Limb. Never the sooner for your asking.  But oh, that word parting! can I bear it? if she could find in her heart but so much grace, as to acknowledge what a traitress she has been, I think, in my conscience I could forgive her.

Trick. I’ll not wrong my innocence so much, nor this gentleman’s; but, since you have accused us falsely, four hundred a-year betwixt us two will make us some part of reparation.

Wood. I answer you not, but with my leg, madam.

Pleas. [Aside.] This mads me; but I cannot help it.

Limb. What, wilt thou kill me, Pug, with thy unkindness, when thou knowest I cannot live without thee?  It goes to my heart, that this wicked fellow—­

Wood. How’s that, sir?

Limb. Under the rose, good Mr Woodall; but, I speak it with all submission, in the bitterness of my spirit, that you, or any man, should have the disposing of my four hundred a-year gratis; therefore dear Pug, a word in private, with your permission, good Mr Woodall.

Trick. Alas, I know, by experience, I may safely trust my person with you. [Exeunt LIMB. and TRICK.

  Enter ALDO.

Pleas. O, father Aldo, we have wanted you!  Here has been made the rarest discovery!

Brain. With the most comical catastrophe!

Wood. Happily arrived, i’faith, my old sub-fornicator; I have been taken up on suspicion here with Mrs Tricksy.

Aldo. To be taken, to be seen!  Before George, that’s a point next the worst, son Woodall.

Wood. Truth is, I wanted thy assistance, old Methusalem; but, my comfort is, I fell greatly.

Aldo. Well, young Phaeton, that’s somewhat yet, if you made a blaze at your departure.

  Enter GILES, Mrs BRAINSICK, and JUDITH.

Giles. By your leave, gentlemen, I have followed an old master of mine these two long hours, and had a fair course at him up the street; here he entered, I’m sure.

Aldo. Whoop holyday! our trusty and well-beloved Giles, most welcome!  Now for some news of my ungracious son.

Wood. [Aside.] Giles here!  O rogue, rogue!  Now, would I were safe stowed over head and ears in the chest again.

Aldo. Look you now, son Woodall, I told you I was not mistaken; my rascal’s in town, with a vengeance to him.