Wood. Say no more, it shall be done.
Limb. Hark you, Mr Woodall; this fool Brainsick grows insupportable; he's a public nuisance; but I scorn to set my wit against him: he has a pretty wife: I say no more; but if you do not graff him—
Wood. A word to the wise: I shall consider him, for your sake.
Limb. Pray do, sir: consider him much.
Wood. Much is the word.—This feud makes well for me.[Aside.
Brain. [To Wood.] I'll give you the opportunity, and rid you of him.—Come away, little Limberham; you, and I, and father Aldo, will take a turn together in the square.
Aldo. We will follow you immediately.
Limb. Yes, we will come after you, bully Brainsick: but I hope you will not draw upon us there.
Brain. If you fear that, Bilbo shall be left behind.
Limb. Nay, nay, leave but your madrigal behind: draw not that upon us, and it is no matter for your sword.
[Exit Brain.