Wood. This next room is Limberham's. See! the door's open; and he and his mistress are both abroad.
Mrs Brain. There is no remedy, I must venture in; for his knowing I am come back so soon, must be cause of jealousy enough, if the fool should find me.
Wood. [Looking in.] See there! Mrs Tricksy has left her Indian gown upon the bed; clap it on, and turn your back: he will easily mistake you for her, if he should look in upon you.
Mrs Brain. I will put on my vizor-mask, however, for more security. [Noise.] Hark! I hear him.
[Goes in.
Enter Brainsick.
Brain. What, in a musty musing, monsieur Woodall! Let me enter into the affair.
Wood. You may guess it, by the post I have taken up.
Brain. O, at the door of the damsel Tricksy! your business is known by your abode; as the posture of a porter before a gate, denotes to what family he belongs. [Looks in.] It is an assignation, I see; for yonder she stands, with her back toward me, drest up for the duel, with all the ornaments of the east. Now for the judges of the field, to 094 divide the sun and wind betwixt the combatants, and a tearing trumpeter to sound the charge.
Wood. It is a private quarrel, to be decided without seconds; and therefore you would do me a favour to withdraw.
Brain. Your Limberham is nearer than you imagine: I left him almost entering at the door.