Limb. But then thou wilt not love me, Pug.
Aldo. How now, son Limberham? There's no quarrel towards, I hope.
Trick. You had best tell now, and make yourself ridiculous.
Limb. She's in passion: Pray do you moderate this matter, father Aldo.
Trick. Father Aldo! I wonder you are not ashamed to call him so; you may be his father, if the truth were known.
Aldo. Before George, I smell a rat, son Limberham. I doubt, I doubt, here has been some great omission in love affairs.
Limb. I think all the stars in heaven have conspired my ruin. I'll look in my almanack.—As I hope for mercy, 'tis cross day now.
Trick. Hang your pitiful excuses. 'Tis well known what offers I have had, and what fortunes I might have made with others, like a fool as I was, to throw 037 away my youth and beauty upon you. I could have had a young handsome lord, that offered me my coach and six; besides many a good knight and gentleman, that would have parted with their own ladies, and have settled half they had upon me.
Limb. Ay, you said so.
Trick. I said so, sir! Who am I? Is not my word as good as yours?