Brain. Now, damsel Tricksy, your dream, your dream!
Trick. It was something of a flagelet, that a shepherd played upon so sweetly, that three women followed him for his music, and still one of them snatched it from the other.
Pleas. [Aside.] I understand her; but I find she is bribed to secrecy.
Limb. That flagelet was, by interpretation,—but let that pass; and Mr Woodall, there, was the shepherd, that played the tan ta ra upon it: but a generous heart, like mine, will endure the infamy no longer; therefore, Pug, I banish thee for ever.
Trick. Then farewell.
Limb. Is that all you make of me?
Trick. I hate to be tormented with your jealous humours, and am glad to be rid of them.
Limb. Bear witness, good people, of her ingratitude! Nothing vexes me, but that she calls me jealous; when I found him as close as a butterfly in her closet.
Trick. No matter for that; I knew not he was there.
Limb. Would I could believe thee!