ays.

_Trick._ The jewels are all safe; I looked on them.

_Brain._ Will you never stand corrected, Mrs Pleasance?

_Pleas._ Not by you; correct your matrimony.--And methought, of a
sudden this thief was turned to Mr Woodall; and that, hearing Mr
Limberham come, he slipt for fear into the closet.

_Trick._ I looked all over it; I'm sure he is not there.--Come away,
dear.

_Brain._ What, I think you are in a dream too, brother Limberham.

_Limb._ If her dream should come out now! 'tis good to be sure,
however.

_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. [_Stru