Pleas. This spitefulness of mine will be my ruin: To rail them off, was well enough; but to talk him away, too! O tongue, tongue, thou wert given for a curse to all our sex!
Enter Judith.
Jud. Madam, your mother would speak with you.
Pleas. I will not come; I'm mad, I think; I come immediately. Well, I'll go in, and vent my passion, by railing at them, and him too.
[Exit.
Jud. You may enter in safety, sir; the enemy's marched off.
Re-enter Woodall.
Wood. Nothing, but the love I bear thy mistress, 054 could keep me in the house with such a fury. When will the bright nymph appear?
Jud. Immediately; I hear her coming.
Wood. That I could find her coming, Mrs Judith!
Enter Mrs Brainsick.