Limb. As mine gentlewoman? though I say it, my word will go for thousands.
Trick. The more shame for you, that you have done no more for me: But I am resolved I'll not lose my time with you; I'll part.
Limb. Do, who cares? Go to Dog-and-Bitch yard, and help your mother to make footmen's shirts.
Trick. I defy you, slanderer; I defy you.
Aldo. Nay, dear daughter!
Limb. I defy her too.
Aldo. Nay, good son!
Trick. Let me alone: I'll have him cudgelled by my footman.
Enter Saintly.
Saint. Bless us! what's here to do? My neighbours will think I keep a nest of unclean birds here.