[_Going out._

_Limb._ Hold, hold, divine Pug, and let me recollect a little.--This
is no time for meditation neither: while I deliberate, she may be
gone. She must be innocent, or she could never be so confident and
careless.--Sweet Pug, forgive me. [_Kneels._

_Trick._ I am provoked too far.

_Limb._ It is the property of a goddess to forgive. Accept of this
oblation; with this humble kiss, I here present it to thy fair hand: I
conclude thee innocent without looking, and depend wholly upon thy
mercy. [_Offers the Key._

_Trick._ No, keep it, keep it: the lodgings are your own.

_Limb._ If I should keep it, I were unworthy of forgiveness: I will no
longer hold this fatal instrument of our separation.

_Trick._ [_Taking it._] Rise, sir: I will endeavour to overcome my
nature, and forgive you; for I am so scrupulously nice in love, that
it grates my very soul to be suspected: Yet, take my counsel, and
satisfy yourself.

_Limb._ I would not be satisfied, to be possessor of Potosi, as my
brother Brainsick says. Come to bed, dear Pug.--Now would not I change
my condition, to be an eastern monarch! [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ WOODALL _and_ GERVASE.

_Gerv._ O lord, sir, are we alive!

_Wood._ Alive! why, we were never in any danger: Well, she is a rare
manager of a fool!

_Gerv._ Are you disposed yet to receive good counsel? Has affliction
wrought upon you?

_Wood._ Yes, I must ask thy advice in a most important business. I
have promised a charity to Mrs Saintly, and she expects it with a
beating heart a-bed: Now, I have at present no running cash to throw
away; my ready money is all paid to Mrs Tricksy, and the bill is drawn
upon me for to-night.

_Gerv._ Take advice of your pillow.

_Wood._ No, sirrah; since you have not the grace to offer yours, I
will for once make use of my authority and command you to perform the
foresaid drudgery in my place.

_Gerv._ Zookers, I cannot answer it to my conscience.

_Wood._ Nay, an your conscience can suffer you to swear, it shall
suffer you to lie too: I mean in this sense. Come, no denial, you must
do it; she is rich, and there is a provision for your life.

_Gerv._ I beseech you, sir, have pity on my soul.

_Wood._ Have you pity of your body: There is all the wages you must
expect.

_Gerv._ Well, sir, you have persuaded me: I will arm my conscience
with a resolution of making