ou been in the sultana's
place?

_Trick._ If the sultana liked him well enough to come down into the
garden to him, I suppose she came not thither to gather nosegays.

_Wood._ Give me leave, madam, to thank you, in my friend's behalf, for
your favourable judgment. [_Kisses her hand._] He kissed her hand with
an exceeding transport; and finding that she prest his at the same
instant, he proceeded with a greater eagerness to her lips--but,
madam, the story would be without life, unless you give me leave to
act the circumstances. [_Kisses her._

_Trick._ Well, I'll swear you are the most natural historian!

_Wood._ But now, madam, my heart beats with joy, when I come to tell
you the sweetest part of his adventure: opportunity was favourable,
and love was on his side; he told her, the chamber was more private,
and a fitter scene for pleasure. Then, looking on her eyes, he found
them languishing; he saw her cheeks blushing, and heard her voice
faultering in a half-denial: he seized her hand with an amorous
ecstacy, and-- [_Takes her hand._

_Trick._ Hold, sir, you act your part too far. Your friend was
unconscionable, if he desired more favours at the first interview.

_Wood._ He both desired and obtained them, madam, and so will--

_Trick._ [_A noise within._] Heavens! I hear Mr Limberham's voice:
he's returned from Barnet.

_Wood._ I'll avoid him.

_Trick._ That's impossible; he'll meet you. Let me think a
moment:--Mrs Saintly is abroad, and cannot discover you: have any of
the servants seen you?

_Wood._ None.

_Trick._ Then you shall pass for my Italian merchant of essences:
here's a little box of them just ready.

_Wood._ But I speak no Italian; only a few broken scraps, which I
picked from Scaramouch and Harlequin at Paris.

_Trick._ You must venture that: When we are rid of Limberham, 'tis but
slipping into your chamber, throwing off your black perriwig, and
riding suit, and you come out an Englishman. No more; he's here.

_Enter_ LIMBERHAM.

_Limb._ Why, how now, Pug? Nay, I must lay you over the lips, to take
hansel of them, for my welcome.

_Trick._ [_Putting him back._] Foh! how you smell of sweat, dear!

_Limb._ I have put myself into this same unsavoury heat, out of my
violent affection to see thee, Pug. Before George, as father Aldo
says, I could not live without thee; thou art the purest bed-fellow,
though I say it, t