Trick. Then I know the worst, and care not. [Limberham comes running out with the Jewels, followed by Woodall, with his Sword drawn.
Limb. O save me, Pug, save me! [Gets behind her.
Wood. A slave, to come and interrupt me at my devotions! but I will—
Limb. Hold, hold, since you are so devout; for heaven's sake, hold!
104 Brain. Nay, monsieur Woodall!
Trick. For my sake, spare him.
Limb. Yes, for Pug's sake, spare me.
Wood. I did his chamber the honour, when my own was not open, to retire thither; and he to disturb me, like a profane rascal as he was.
Limb. [Aside.] I believe he had the devil for his chaplain, an' a man durst tell him so.
Wood. What is that you mutter?