Trick. No, I'm just going.
Limb. The devil take me, if I call you back.
Trick. And his dam take me, if I return, except you do.
Aldo. So, now you will part, for a mere punctilio! Turn to him, daughter: Speak to her, son: Why should you be so refractory both, to bring my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave?
Limb. I'll not be forsworn, I swore first;
Trick. Thou art a forsworn man, however; for thou sworest to love me eternally.
Limb. Yes, I was such a fool, to swear so.
Aldo. And will you have that dreadful oath lie gnawing on your conscience?
Trick. Let him be damned; and so farewell for ever.—[Going.]
Limb. Pug!