ldo._ Away, boy! Fix thy arms, and whet, like the lusty German boys,
before a charge: He shall bolt immediately.

_Wood._ O, fear not the vigorous five-and-twenty.

_Aldo._ Hold, a word first: Thou saidst my son was shortly to come
over.

_Wood._ So he told me.

_Aldo._ Thou art my bosom friend.

_Gerv._ [_Aside._] Of an hour's acquaintance.

_Aldo._ Be sure thou dost not discover my frailties to the young
scoundrel: 'Twere enough to make the boy my master. I must keep up the
dignity of old age with him.

_Wood._ Keep but your own counsel, father; for whatever he knows, must
come from you.

_Aldo._ The truth on't is, I sent for him over; partly to have married
him, and partly because his villainous bills came so thick upon me,
that I grew weary of the charge.

_Gerv._ He spared for nothing; he laid it on, sir, as I have heard.

_Wood._ Peace, you lying rogue!--Believe me, sir, bating his necessary
expences of women, which I know you would not have him want, in all
things else, he was the best manager of your allowance; and, though I
say it--

_Gerv._ [_Aside._] That should not say it.

_Wood._ The most hopeful young gentleman in Paris.

_Aldo._ Report speaks otherwise; and, before George, I shall read him
a wormwood lecture, when I see him. But, hark, I hear the door unlock;
the lovers are coming out: I'll stay here, to wheedle him abroad; but
you must vanish.

_Wood._ Like night and the moon, in the Maid's Tragedy: I into mist;
you into day[5]. [_Exeunt_ WOOD. _and_ GER.

SCENE _changes to_ LIMBERHAM'S _apartment._

_Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ TRICKSY.

_Limb._ Nay, but dear sweet honey Pug, forgive me but this once: It
may be any man's case, when his desires are too vehement.

_Trick._ Let me alone; I care not.

_Limb._ But then thou wilt not love me, Pug.

_Aldo._ How now, son Limberham? There's no quarrel towards, I hope.

_Trick._ You had best tell now, and make yourself ridiculous.

_Limb._ She's in passion: Pray do you moderate this matter, father
Aldo.

_Trick._ Father Aldo! I wonder you are not ashamed to call him so; you
may be his father, if the truth were known.

_Aldo._ Before George, I smell a rat, son Limberham. I doubt, I doubt,
here has been some great omission in love affairs.

_Limb._ I think all the stars in heaven have conspired my ruin. I'll
look in my almanack.--As I hope for mercy, 'tis cross day now.

_Trick._ Hang your pitiful excuses