rtress; and by the way of barricado? Am I to dance attendance at the
door, as if I were some base plebeian groom? I'll have you know, that,
when my foot assaults, the lightning and the thunder are not so
terrible as the strokes: brazen gates shall tremble, and bolts of
adamant dismount from off their hinges, to admit me.

_Mrs Brain._ Who would have thought, that 'nown dear would have come
so soon? I was even lying down on my bed, and dreaming of him. Tum a'
me, and buss, poor dear; piddee buss.

_Brain._ I nauseate these foolish feats of love.

_Mrs Brain._ Nay, but why should he be so fretful now? and knows I
dote on him? to leave a poor dear so long without him, and then come
home in an angry humour! indeed I'll ky.

_Brain._ Pr'ythee, leave thy fulsome fondness; I have surfeited on
conjugal embraces.

_Mrs Brain._ I thought so: some light huswife has bewitched him from
me: I was a little fool, so I was, to leave a dear behind at Barnet,
when I knew the women would run mad for him.

_Brain._ I have a luscious air forming, like a Pallas, in my
brain-pain: and now thou com'st across my fancy, to disturb the rich
ideas, with the yellow jaundice of thy jealousy. [_Noise within._
Hark, what noise is that within, about Judith's bed?

_Mrs Brain._ I believe, dear, she's making it.--Would the fool would
go! [_Aside._

_Brain._ Hark, again!

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside_] I have a dismal apprehension in my head, that
he's giving my maid a cast of his office, in my stead. O, how it
stings me! [WOODALL _sneezes._

_Brain._ I'll enter, and find the reason of this tumult.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Holding him._] Not for the world: there may be a thief
there; and should I put 'nown dear in danger of his life?--What shall
I do? betwixt the jealousy of my love, and fear of this fool, I am
distracted: I must not venture them together, whatever comes on it.
[_Aside._] Why Judith, I say! come forth, damsel.

_Wood_. [_Within._] The danger's over; I may come out safely.

_Jud._ [_Within._] Are you mad? you shall not.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside._] So, now I'm ruined unavoidably.

_Brain._ Whoever thou art, I have pronounced thy doom; the dreadful
Brainsick bares his brawny arm in tearing terror; kneeling queens in
vain should beg thy being.--Sa, sa, there.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside._] Though I believe he dares not venture in, yet
I must not put