Trick. Make haste, for heaven's sake; they'll quickly be gone, and then—
Wood. That then will make a man venture any thing. [He goes in, and she locks the chest.
Enter Limberham and Aldo.
Limb. Dost thou not wonder to see me come again so quickly, Pug?
Trick. No, I am prepared for any foolish freak of yours: I knew you would have a qualm, when you came to settlement.
Limb. Your settlement depends most absolutely on that chest.
044 Trick. Father Aldo, a word with you, for heaven's sake.
Aldo. No, no, I'll not whisper. Do not stand in your own light, but produce the keys, daughter.
Limb. Be not musty, my pretty St Peter, but produce the keys. I must have the writings out, that concern thy settlement.
Trick. Now I see you are so reasonable, I'll show you I dare trust your honesty; the settlement shall be deferred till another day.