[_Attempts to pass._

_Brain._ Why in such haste? the fortune of Greece depends not on it.

_Limb._ But Pug's fortune does: that is dearer to me than Greece, and
sweeter than ambergrease.

_Brain._ You will not find her here. Come, you are jealous; you are
haunted with a raging fiend, that robs you of your sweet repose.

_Limb._ Nay, an you are in your perbole's again! Look you, it is Pug
is jealous of her jewels: she has left the key of her cabinet behind,
and has desired me to bring it back to her.

_Brain._ Poor fool! he little thinks she is here before him!--Well,
this pretence will never pass on me; for I dive deeper into your
affairs; you are jealous. But, rather than my soul should be concerned
for a sex so insignificant--Ha! the gods! If I thought my proper wife
were now within, and prostituting all her treasures to the lawless
love of an adulterer, I would stand as intrepid, as firm, and as
unmoved, as the statue of a Roman gladiator.

_Limb._ [_In the same tone._] Of a Roman gladiator!--Now are you as
mad as a March hare; but I am in haste, to return to Pug: yet, by your
favour, I will first secure the cabinet.

_Brain._ No, you must not.

_Limb._ Must not? What, may not a man come by you, to look upon his
own goods and chattels, in his own chamber?

_Brain._ No; with this sabre I defy the destinies, and dam up the
passage with my person; like a rugged rock, opposed against the
roaring of the boisterous billows. Your jealousy shall have no course
through me, though potentates and princes--

_Limb._ Pr'ythee, what have we to do with potentates and princes? Will
you leave your troping, and let me pass?

_Brain._ You have your utmost answer.

_Limb._ If this maggot bite a little deeper, we shall have you a
citizen of Bethlem yet, ere dog-days. Well, I say little; but I will
tell Pug on it. [_Exit._

_Brain._ She knows it already, by your favour-- [_Knocking._
Sound a retreat, you lusty lovers, or the enemy will charge you in the
flank, with a fresh reserve: March off, march off upon the spur, ere
he can reach you.

_Enter_ WOODALL.

_Wood._ How now, baron Tell-clock[12], is the passage clear?

_Brain._ Clear as a level, without hills or woods, and void of
ambuscade.

_Wood._ But Limberham will return immediately, when he finds not his
mistress where he thought he left her.

_Brain._ Friendship, which h