r, your servant.

_Trick._ Your servant, till we meet again. [_Exeunt severally._

SCENE II.--_Mr_ WOODALL'S _Chamber._

_Mrs_ BRAINSICK _alone._

_Mrs Brain._ My note has taken, as I wished: he will be here
immediately. If I could but resolve to lose no time, out of modesty;
but it is his part to be violent, for both our credits. Never so
little force and ruffling, and a poor weak woman is excused.
[_Noise._] Hark, I hear him coming.--Ah me! the steps beat double: He
comes not alone. If it should be my husband with him! where shall I
hide myself? I see no other place, but under his bed: I must lie as
silently as my fear will suffer me. Heaven send me safe again to my
own chamber! [_Creeps under the Bed._

_Enter_ WOODALL _and_ TRICKSY.

_Wood._ Well, fortune at the last is favourable, and now you are my
prisoner.

_Trick._ After a quarter of an hour, I suppose, I shall have my
liberty upon easy terms. But pray let us parley a little first.

_Wood._ Let it be upon the bed then. Please you to sit?

_Trick._ No matter where; I am never the nearer to your wicked
purpose. But you men are commonly great comedians in love-matters;
therefore you must swear, in the first place--

_Wood._ Nay, no conditions: The fortress is reduced to extremity; and
you must yield upon discretion, or I storm.

_Trick._ Never to love any other woman.

_Wood._ I kiss the book upon it. [_Kisses her. Mrs_ BRAIN. _pinches
him from underneath the Bed._] Oh, are you at your love-tricks
already? If you pinch me thus, I shall bite your lip.

_Trick._ I did not pinch you: But you are apt, I see, to take any
occasion of gathering up more close to me.--Next, you shall not so
much as look on Mrs Brainsick.

_Wood._ Have you done? these covenants are so tedious!

_Trick._ Nay, but swear then.

_Wood._ I do promise, I do swear, I do any thing. [_Mrs_ BRAIN. _runs
a pin into him._] Oh, the devil! what do you mean to run pins into me?
this is perfect caterwauling.

_Trick._ You fancy all this; I would not hurt you for the world. Come,
you shall see how well I love you. [_Kisses him: Mrs_ BRAIN. _pricks
her._] Oh! I think you have needles growing in your bed.
[_Both rise up._

_Wood._ I will see what is the matter in it.

_Saint._ [_Within._] Mr Woodall, where are you, verily?

_Wood._ Pox verily her! it is my landlady: Here, hide yourself