Trick. I'll not wrong my innocence so much, nor this gentleman's; but, since you have accused us falsely, four hundred a-year betwixt us two will make us some part of reparation.
Wood. I answer you not, but with my leg, madam.
Pleas. [Aside.] This mads me; but I cannot help it.
Limb. What, wilt thou kill me, Pug, with thy unkindness, when thou knowest I cannot live without thee? It goes to my heart, that this wicked fellow—
Wood. How's that, sir?
Limb. Under the rose, good Mr Woodall; but, I speak it with all submission, in the bitterness of my spirit, that you, or any man, should have the disposing of my four hundred a-year gratis; therefore dear Pug, a word in private, with your permission, good Mr Woodall.
107 Trick. Alas, I know, by experience, I may safely trust my person with you. [Exeunt Limb. and Trick.
Enter Aldo.
Pleas. O, father Aldo, we have wanted you! Here has been made the rarest discovery!
Brain. With the most comical catastrophe!