Limb. But you will not leave me, if I should look?
Trick. You are not worthy my answer: I am gone. [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.