Brain. Here's Bilbo, then, shall bar you; atoms are not so small, as I will slice the slave. Ha! fate and furies!
Limb. Ay, for all your fate and furies, I charge you, in his majesty's name, to keep the peace: now, disobey authority, if you dare.
Trick. Fear him not, sweet Mr Brainsick.
Pleas. to Brain. But, if you should hinder him, he may trouble you at law, sir, and say you robbed him of his jewels.
Limb. That is well thought on. I will accuse him heinously; there—and therefore fear and tremble.
Brain. My allegiance charms me: I acquiesce. The occasion is plausible to let him pass.—Now let the burnished beams upon his brow blaze broad, for the brand he cast upon the Brainsick.
[Aside.
Trick. Dear Mr Limberham, come back, and hear me.
Limb. Yes, I will hear thee, Pug.
Pleas. Go on; my life for yours, he is there.
Limb. I am deaf as an adder; I will not hear thee, nor have no commiseration.
[Struggles from her, and rushes in.