Pleas. And that a great swinging thief came in, and whipt them out.
Limb. Marry, heaven forbid!
Trick. This is ridiculous: I'll speak to your mother, 102 madam, not to suffer you to eat such heavy suppers.
Limb. Nay, that's very true; for, you may remember she fed very much upon larks and pigeons; and they are very heavy meat, as Pug says.
Trick. The jewels are all safe; I looked on them.
Brain. Will you never stand corrected, Mrs Pleasance?
Pleas. Not by you; correct your matrimony.—And methought, of a sudden this thief was turned to Mr Woodall; and that, hearing Mr Limberham come, he slipt for fear into the closet.
Trick. I looked all over it; I'm sure he is not there.—Come away, dear.
Brain. What, I think you are in a dream too, brother Limberham.
Limb. If her dream should come out now! 'tis good to be sure, however.