or conspiracies are hatched
against you, and a new Faux is preparing to blow up your happiness.

_Limb._ What is the matter, landlady? Pr'ythee, speak good honest
English, and leave thy canting.

_Saint._ Verily, thy beloved is led astray, by the young man Woodall,
that vessel of uncleanness: I beheld them communing together; she
feigned herself sick, and retired to her tent in the garden-house; and
I watched her out-going, and behold he followed her.

_Pleas._ Do you stand unmoved, and hear all this?

_Limb._ Before George, I am thunder-struck!

_Saint._ Take to thee thy resolution, and avenge thyself.

_Limb._ But give me leave to consider first: A man must do nothing
rashly.

_Pleas._ I could tear out the villain's eyes, for dishonouring you,
while you stand considering, as you call it. Are you a man, and suffer
this?

_Limb._ Yes, I am a man; but a man's but a man, you know: I am
recollecting myself, how these things can be.

_Saint._ How they can be! I have heard them; I have seen them.

_Limb._ Heard them, and seen them! It may be so; but yet I cannot
enter into this same business: I am amazed, I must confess; but the
best is, I do not believe one word of it.

_Saint._ Make haste, and thine own eyes shall testify against her.

_Limb._ Nay, if my own eyes testify, it may be so:--but it is
impossible, however; for I am making a settlement upon her, this very
day.

_Pleas._ Look, and satisfy yourself, ere you make that settlement on
so false a creature.

_Limb._ But yet, if I should look, and not find her false, then I must
cast in another hundred, to make her satisfaction.

_Pleas._ Was there ever such a meek, hen-hearted creature!

_Saint._ Verily, thou has not the spirit of a cock-chicken.

_Limb._ Before George, but I have the spirit of a lion, and I will
tear her limb from limb--if I could believe it.

_Pleas._ Love, jealousy, and disdain, how they torture me at once! and
this insensible creature--were I but in his place--[_To him._] Think,
that this very instant she is yours no more: Now, now she is giving up
herself, with so much violence of love, that if thunder roared, she
could not hear it.

_Limb._ I have been whetting all this while: They shall be so taken in
the manner, that Mars and Venus shall be nothing to them.

_Pleas._ Make haste; go on then.

_Limb._ Yes, I will go on;--and yet my mind misgives me plaguily.

_Saint._ Again backsliding!

_Pleas._ Have you no sense of h