ggles from her, and rushes in._

_Trick._ Then I know the worst, and care not.
[LIMBERHAM _comes running out with
the Jewels, followed by_ WOODALL,
_with his Sword drawn._

_Limb._ O save me, Pug, save me! [_Gets behind her._

_Wood._ A slave, to come and interrupt me at my devotions! but I
will--

_Limb._ Hold, hold, since you are so devout; for heaven's sake, hold!

_Brain._ Nay, monsieur Woodall!

_Trick._ For my sake, spare him.

_Limb._ Yes, for Pug's sake, spare me.

_Wood._ I did his chamber the honour, when my own was not open, to
retire thither; and he to disturb me, like a profane rascal as he was.

_Limb._ [_Aside._] I believe he had the devil for his chaplain, an' a
man durst tell him so.

_Wood._ What is that you mutter?

_Limb._ Nay, nothing; but that I thought you had not been so well
given. I was only afraid of Pug's jewels.

_Wood._ What, does he take me for a thief? nay then--

_Limb._ O mercy, mercy!

_Pleas._ Hold, sir; it was a foolish dream of mine that set him on. I
dreamt, a thief, who had been just reprieved for a former robbery, was
venturing his neck a minute after in Mr Limberham's closet.

_Wood._ Are you thereabouts, i'faith! A pox of Artemidorus[13].

_Trick._ I have had a dream, too, concerning Mrs Brainsick, and
perhaps--

_Wood._ Mrs Tricksy, a word in private with you, by your keeper's
leave.

_Limb._ Yes, sir, you may speak your pleasure to her; and, if you have
a mind to go to prayers together, the closet is open.

_Wood._ [_To_ TRICK.] You but suspect it at most, and cannot prove it:
if you value me, you will not engage me in a quarrel with her husband.

_Trick._ Well, in hope you will love me, I will obey.

_Brain._ Now, damsel Tricksy, your dream, your dream!

_Trick._ It was something of a flagelet, that a shepherd played upon
so sweetly, that three women followed him for his music, and still one
of them snatched it from the other.

_Pleas._ [_Aside._] I understand her; but I find she is bribed to
secrecy.

_Limb._ That flagelet was, by interpretation,--but let that pass; and
Mr Woodall, there, was the shepherd, that played the _tan ta ra_ upon
it: but a generous heart, like mine, will endure the infamy no longer;
therefore, Pug, I banish thee for ever.

_Trick._ Then farewell.

_Limb._ Is that all you make of me?

_Tr