ut scout a
little, and follow you immediately. [TRICK. _goes in._] I find a
mistress is only kept for other men: and the keeper is but her man in
a green livery, bound to serve a warrant for the doe, whenever she
pleases, or is in season.

_Enter_ JUDITH, _with the Night-gown._

_Jud._ Still you're a lucky man! Mr Brainsick has been exceeding
honourable: he ran, as if a legion of bailiffs had been at his heels,
and overtook Limberham in the street. Here, take the gown; lay it
where you found it, and the danger's over.

_Wood._ Speak softly; Mrs Tricksy is returned. [_Looks in._] Oh, she's
gone into her closet, to lay up her writings: I can throw it on the
bed, ere she perceive it has been wanting. [_Throws it in._

_Jud._ Every woman would not have done this for you, which I have
done.

_Wood._ I am sensible of it, little Judith; there's a time to come
shall pay for all. I hear her returning: not a word; away.
[_Exit_ JUDITH.

_Re-enter_ TRICKSY.

_Trick._ What, is a second summons needful? my favours have not been
so cheap, that they should stick upon my hands. It seems, you slight
your bill of fare, because you know it; or fear to be invited to your
loss.

_Wood._ I was willing to secure my happiness from interruption. A true
soldier never falls upon the plunder, while the enemy is in the field.

_Trick._ He has been so often baffled, that he grows contemptible.
Were he here, should he see you enter into my closet; yet--

_Wood._ You are like to be put upon the trial, for I hear his voice.

_Trick._ 'Tis so: go in, and mark the event now: be but as
unconcerned, as you are safe, and trust him to my management.

_Wood._ I must venture it; because to be seen here would have the same
effect, as to be taken within. Yet I doubt you are too confident.
[_He goes in._

_Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ BRAINSICK.

_Limb._ How now, Pug? returned so soon!

_Trick._ When I saw you came not for me, I was loth to be long without
you.

_Limb._ But which way came you, that I saw you not?

_Trick._ The back way; by the garden door.

_Limb._ How long have you been here?

_Trick._ Just come before you.

_Limb._ O, then all's well. For, to tell you true, Pug, I had a kind
of villainous apprehension that you had been here longer: but whatever
thou sayest is an oracle, sweet Pug, and I am satisfied