Wood. Now, madam, you may venture out in safety.
098 Mrs Brain. [Entering.] Pray heaven I may. [Noise.
Wood. Hark! I hear Judith's voice: it happens well that she's returned: slip into your chamber immediately, and send back the gown.
Mrs Brain. I will:—but are not you a wicked man, to put me into all this danger? [Exit.
Wood. Let what can happen, my comfort is, at least, I have enjoyed. But this is no place for consideration. Be jogging, good Mr Woodall, out of this family, while you are well; and go plant in some other country, where your virtues are not so famous.
[Going.
Enter Tricksy, with a box of writings.
Trick. What, wandering up and down, as if you wanted an owner? Do you know that I am lady of the manor; and that all wefts and strays belong to me?
Wood. I have waited for you above an hour; but friar Bacon's head has been lately speaking to me,—that time is past. In a word, your keeper has been here, and will return immediately; we must defer our happiness till some more favourable time.
Trick. I fear him not; he has this morning armed me against himself, by this settlement; the next time he rebels, he gives me a fair occasion of leaving him for ever.
Wood. But is this conscience in you? not to let him have his bargain, when he has paid so dear for it?