Saint. Stop thief, stop thief!
Wood. Thank you for your own sake; but I fear 'tis too late.
Enter Tricksy and Limberham.
Trick. [Entering.] The chest open, and Woodall discovered! I am ruined.
Limb. Why all this shrieking, Mrs Saintly?
Wood. [Rushing him down.] Stop thief, stop thief! cry you mercy, gentleman, if I have hurt you.
Limb. [Rising.] 'Tis a fine time to cry a man mercy, when you have beaten his wind out of his body.
Saint. As I watched the chest, behold a vision rushed out of it, on the sudden; and I lifted up my voice, and shrieked.
Limb. A vision, landlady! what, have we Gog and Magog in our chamber?
Trick. A thief, I warrant you, who had gotten into the chest.