Wood. Happily arrived, i'faith, my old sub-fornicator; I have been taken up on suspicion here with Mrs Tricksy.
Aldo. To be taken, to be seen! Before George, that's a point next the worst, son Woodall.
Wood. Truth is, I wanted thy assistance, old Methusalem; but, my comfort is, I fell greatly.
Aldo. Well, young Phæton, that's somewhat yet, if you made a blaze at your departure.
Enter Giles, Mrs Brainsick, and Judith.
Giles. By your leave, gentlemen, I have followed an old master of mine these two long hours, and had a fair course at him up the street; here he entered, I'm sure.
Aldo. Whoop holyday! our trusty and well-beloved Giles, most welcome! Now for some news of my ungracious son.
Wood. [Aside.] Giles here! O rogue, rogue! Now, would I were safe stowed over head and ears in the chest again.
Aldo. Look you now, son Woodall, I told you I was not mistaken; my rascal's in town, with a vengeance to him.
Giles. Why, this is he, sir; I thought you had known him.