Aldo. A young monsieur returned from travel; a lusty young rogue; a true-milled whoremaster, with the right stamp. He is a fellow-lodger, incorporate in our society: For whose sake he came hither, let him tell you.
027 Wood. [Aside.] Are you gloating already? then there's hopes, i'faith.
Trick. You seem to know him, father.
Aldo. Know him! from his cradle—What's your name?
Wood. Woodall.
Ald. Woodall of Woodall; I knew his father; we were contemporaries, and fellow-wenchers in our youth.
Wood. [Aside.] My honest father stumbles into truth, in spite of lying.
Trick. I was just coming down to the garden-house, before you came.[Tricksy descends.
Aldo. I am sorry I cannot stay to present my son, Woodall, to you; but I have set you together, that's enough for me.
[Exit.
Wood. [Alone.] 'Twas my study to avoid my father, and I have run full into his mouth: and yet I have a strong hank upon him too; for I am privy to as many of his virtues, as he is of mine. After all, if I had an ounce of discretion left, I should pursue this business no farther: but two fine women in a house! well, it is resolved, come what will on it, thou art answerable for all my sins, old Aldo—