Trick. Just come before you.
Limb. O, then all's well. For, to tell you true, Pug, I had a kind of villainous apprehension that you had been here longer: but whatever thou sayest is an oracle, sweet Pug, and I am satisfied.
Brain. [Aside.] How infinitely she gulls him! and he so stupid not to find it! [To her.] If he be still within, madam, (you know my meaning?) here's Bilbo ready to forbid your keeper entrance.
Trick. [Aside.] Woodall must have told him of our appointment.—What think you of walking down, Mr Limberham?
Limb. I'll but visit the chamber a little first.
Trick. What new maggot's this? you dare not, sure, be jealous!
Limb. No, I protest, sweet Pug, I am not: only to satisfy my curiosity; that's but reasonable, you know.
Trick. Come, what foolish curiosity?
Limb. You must know, Pug, I was going but just now, in obedience to your commands, to enquire of the health and safety of your jewels, and my brother Brainsick most barbarously forbade me entrance:—nay, 101 I dare accuse you, when Pug's by to back me;—but now I am resolved I will go see them, or somebody shall smoke for it.
Brain. But I resolve you shall not. If she pleases to command my person, I can comply with the obligation of a cavalier.