onsider him, for your sake.

_Limb._ Pray do, sir: consider him much.

_Wood._ Much is the word.--This feud makes well for me. [_Aside._

_Brain._ [_To_ WOOD.] I'll give you the opportunity, and rid you of
him.--Come away, little Limberham; you, and I, and father Aldo, will
take a turn together in the square.

_Aldo._ We will follow you immediately.

_Limb._ Yes, we will come after you, bully Brainsick: but I hope you
will not draw upon us there.

_Brain._ If you fear that, Bilbo shall be left behind.

_Limb._ Nay, nay, leave but your madrigal behind: draw not that upon
us, and it is no matter for your sword. [_Exit_ BRAIN.

_Enter_ TRICKSY, _and_ MRS BRAINSICK, _with a note for each._

_Wood._ [_Aside._] Both together! either of them, apart, had been my
business: but I shall never play well at this three-hand game.

_Limb._ O Pug, how have you been passing your time?

_Trick._ I have been looking over the last present of orange gloves
you made me; and methinks I do not like the scent.--O Lord, Mr
Woodall, did you bring those you wear from Paris?

_Wood._ Mine are Roman, madam.

_Trick._ The scent I love, of all the world. Pray let me see them.

_Mrs Brain._ Nay, not both, good Mrs Tricksy; for I love that scent as
well as you.

_Wood._ [_Pulling them off, and giving each one._] I shall find two
dozen more of women's gloves among my trifles, if you please to accept
them, ladies.

_Trick._ Look to it; we shall expect them.--Now to put in my
_billet-doux!_

_Mrs Brain._ So, now, I have the opportunity to thrust in my note.

_Trick._ Here, sir, take your glove again; the perfume's too strong
for me.

_Mrs Brain._ Pray take the other to it; though I should have kept it
for a pawn. [Mrs BRAINSICK'S _note falls out,_ LIMB. _takes it up._

_Limb._ What have we here? [_Reads._] for Mr Woodall!

_Both Women._ Hold, hold, Mr Limberham! [_They snatch it._

_Aldo._ Before George, son Limberham, you shall read it.

_Wood._ By your favour, sir, but he must not.

_Trick._ He'll know my hand, and I am ruined!

_Mrs Brain._ Oh, my misfortune! Mr Woodall, will you suffer your
secrets to be discovered!

_Wood._ It belongs to one of them, that's certain.--Mr Limberham, I
must desire you to restore this letter; it is from my mistress.

_Trick._ The devil's in him; will he confess?

_Wood._ This paper was sent me from her this morning; and I was so
fond of it, that I le