ft it in my glove: If one of the ladies had found
it there, I should have been laughed at most unmercifully.

_Mrs Brain._ That's well come off!

_Limb._ My heart was at my mouth, for fear it had been Pug's.
[_Aside._]--There 'tis again--Hold, hold; pray let me see it once
more: a mistress, said you?

_Aldo._ Yes, a mistress, sir. I'll be his voucher, he has a mistress,
and a fair one too.

_Limb._ Do you know it, father Aldo.

_Aldo._ Know it! I know the match is as good as made already: old
Woodall and I are all one. You, son, were sent for over on purpose;
the articles for her jointure are all concluded, and a friend of mine
drew them.

_Limb._ Nay, if father Aldo knows it, I am satisfied.

_Aldo._ But how came you by this letter, son Woodall? let me examine
you.

_Wood._ Came by it! (pox, he has _non-plus'd_ me!) How do you say I
came by it, father Aldo?

_Aldo._ Why, there's it, now. This morning I met your mistress's
father, Mr you know who--

_Wood._ Mr who, sir?

_Aldo._ Nay, you shall excuse me for that; but we are intimate: his
name begins with some vowel or consonant, no matter which: Well, her
father gave me this very numerical letter, subscribed, for Mr.
Woodall.

_Limb._ Before George, and so it is.

_Aldo._ Carry me this letter, quoth he, to your son Woodall; 'tis from
my daughter such a one, and then whispered me her name.

_Wood._ Let me see; I'll read it once again.

_Limb._ What, are you not acquainted with the contents of it?

_Wood._ O, your true lover will read you over a letter from his
mistress, a thousand times.

_Trick._ Ay, two thousand, if he be in the humour.

_Wood._ Two thousand! then it must be hers. [_Reads to himself._]
"Away to your chamber immediately, and I'll give my fool the
slip."--The fool! that may be either the keeper, or the husband; but
commonly the keeper is the greater. Humh! without subscription! it
must be Tricksy.--Father Aldo, pr'ythee rid me of this coxcomb.

_Aldo._ Come, son Limberham, we let our friend Brainsick walk too long
alone: Shall we follow him? we must make haste; for I expect a whole
bevy of whores, a chamber-full of temptation this afternoon: 'tis my
day of audience.

_Limb._ Mr Woodall, we leave you here--you remember?
[_Exeunt_ LIMB. _and_ ALDO.

_Wood._ Let me alone.--Ladies, your servant; I have a little private
business with a friend of mine.

_Mrs Brain._ Meaning me.--Well, si