Gerv. He spared for nothing; he laid it on, sir, as I have heard.
Wood. Peace, you lying rogue!—Believe me, sir, bating his necessary expences of women, which I know you would not have him want, in all things else, he was the best manager of your allowance; and, though I say it—
Gerv. [Aside.] That should not say it.
Wood. The most hopeful young gentleman in Paris.
Aldo. Report speaks otherwise; and, before George, I shall read him a wormwood lecture, when I see him. But, hark, I hear the door unlock; the lovers are coming out: I'll stay here, to wheedle him abroad; but you must vanish.
036 Wood. Like night and the moon, in the Maid's Tragedy: I into mist; you into day[5].
[Exeunt Wood. and Ger.
SCENE changes to Limberham's apartment.
Enter Limberham and Tricksy.
Limb. Nay, but dear sweet honey Pug, forgive me but this once: It may be any man's case, when his desires are too vehement.
Trick. Let me alone; I care not.