Wood. You have both our words for it.
Trick. Why should you persuade him against his will?
Limb. Since you won't persuade me, I care not much; here are the jewels in my possession, and I'll fetch out the settlement immediately.
Wood. [Shewing the Box.] Look you, sir, I'll spare your pains; four hundred a-year will serve to comfort a poor cast mistress.
Limb. I thought what would come of your devil's pater nosters!
106 Brain. Restore it to him for pity, Woodall.
Trick. I make him my trustee; he shall not restore it.
Limb. Here are jewels, that cost me above two thousand pounds; a queen might wear them. Behold this orient necklace, Pug! 'tis pity any neck should touch it, after thine, that pretty neck! but oh, 'tis the falsest neck that e'er was hanged in pearl.
Wood. 'Twould become your bounty to give it her at parting.
Limb. Never the sooner for your asking. But oh, that word parting! can I bear it? if she could find in her heart but so much grace, as to acknowledge what a traitress she has been, I think, in my conscience I could forgive her.