panting out together.
Oh, I am ravished with the imagination on't!

_Jud._ Well, I must retire; good-morrow to you, sir. [_Exit._

_Wood._ Now do I humbly conceive, that this mistress in matrimony will
give me more pleasure than the former; for your coupled spaniels, when
they are once let loose, are afterwards the highest rangers.

_Enter Mrs_ BRAINSICK, _running._

_Mrs Brain._ Oh dear Mr Woodall, what shall I do?

_Wood._ Recover breath, and I'll instruct you in the next chamber.

_Mrs Brain._ But my husband follows me at heels.

_Wood._ Has he seen you?

_Mrs Brain._ I hope not: I thought I had left him sure enough at the
Exchange; but, looking behind me, as I entered into the house, I saw
him walking a round rate this way.

_Wood._ Since he has not seen you, there is no danger; you need but
step into my chamber, and there we will lock ourselves up, and
transform him in a twinkling.

_Mrs Brain._ I had rather have got into my own; but Judith is gone out
with the key, I doubt.

_Wood._ Yes, by your appointment. But so much the better; for when the
cuckold finds no company, he will certainly go a sauntering again.

_Mrs Brain._ Make haste, then.

_Wood._ Immediately.--[_Goes to open the Door hastily, and breaks his
Key._] What is the matter here? the key turns round, and will not
open! As I live, we are undone! with too much haste it is broken!

_Mrs Brain._ Then I am lost; for I cannot enter into my own.

_Wood._ This next room is Limberham's. See! the door's open; and he
and his mistress are both abroad.

_Mrs Brain._ There is no remedy, I must venture in; for his knowing I
am come back so soon, must be cause of jealousy enough, if the fool
should find me.

_Wood._ [_Looking in._] See there! Mrs Tricksy has left her Indian
gown upon the bed; clap it on, and turn your back: he will easily
mistake you for her, if he should look in upon you.

_Mrs Brain._ I will put on my vizor-mask, however, for more security.
[_Noise._] Hark! I hear him. [_Goes in._

_Enter_ BRAINSICK.

_Brain._ What, in a musty musing, monsieur Woodall! Let me enter into
the affair.

_Wood._ You may guess it, by the post I have taken up.

_Brain._ O, at the door of the damsel Tricksy! your business is known
by your abode; as the posture of a porter before a gate, denotes to
what family he belongs. [_Looks in._] It is an assignation, I see; for
yonder she stands, with her back to