Trick. Did you call, Mr Limberham?
Limb. It may be, ay; it may be, no.
Trick. Well, I am going to the nunnery; but, to shew I am in charity, I'll pray for you.
Aldo. Pray for him! fy, daughter, fy; is that an answer for a Christian?
Limb. What did Pug say? will she pray for me? Well, to shew I am in charity, she shall not pray for me. Come back, Pug. But did I ever think thou couldst have been so unkind to have parted with me?
[Cries.
Aldo. Look you, daughter, see how nature works in him.
Limb. I'll settle two hundred a-year upon thee, because thou said'st thou would'st pray for me.
Aldo. Before George, son Limberham, you will spoil all, if you underbid so. Come, down with your dust, man: What, shew a base mind, when a fair lady's in question!
040 Limb. Well, if I must give three hundred—
Trick. No, it is no matter; my thoughts are on a better place.