_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._ I hate to be tormented with your jealous humours, and am glad to be rid of them.
_Limb._ Bear witness, good people, of her ingratitude! Nothing vexes me, but that she calls me jealous; when I found him as close as a butterfly in her closet.
_Trick._ No matter for that; I knew not he was there.
_Trick._ Why should you persuade him against his will?
_Limb._ Since you won't persuade me, I care not much; here are the jewels in my possession, and I'll fetch out the settlement immediately.
_Wood._ [_Shewing the Box._] Look you, sir, I'll spare your pains; four hundred a-year will serve to comfort a poor cast mistress.
_Limb._ I thought what would come of your devil's _pater nosters_!
_Brain._ Restore it to him for pity, Woodall.
_Trick._ I make him my trustee; he shall not restore it.
_Limb._ Here are jewels, that cost me above two thousand pounds; a queen might wear them. Behold this orient necklace, Pug! 'tis pity any neck should touch it, after thine, that pretty neck! but oh, 'tis the falsest neck that e'er was hanged in pearl.
_Wood._ 'Twould become your bounty to give it her at parting.
_Limb._ Never the sooner for your asking. But oh, that word parting! can I bear it? if she could find in her heart but so much grace, as to acknowledge what a traitress she has been, I think, in my conscience I could forgive her.
_Trick._ I'll not wrong my innocence so much, nor this gentleman's; but, since you have accused us falsely, four hundred a-year betwixt us two will make us some part of reparation.
_Wood._ I answer you not, but with my leg, madam.
_Pleas._ [_Aside._] This mads me; but I cannot help it.
_Limb._ What, wilt thou kill me, Pug, with thy unkindness, when thou knowest I cannot live without thee? It goes to my heart, that this wicked fellow--
_Limb._ Under the rose, good Mr Woodall; but, I speak it with all submission, in the bitterness of my spirit, that you, or any man, should have the disposing of my four hundred a-year _gratis_; therefore dear Pug, a word in private, with your permission, good Mr Woodall.