Trick. Here, sir, take your glove again; the perfume's too strong for me.
Mrs Brain. Pray take the other to it; though I should have kept it for a pawn.
[Mrs Brainsick's note falls out, Limb. takes it up.
Limb. What have we here? [Reads.] for Mr Woodall!
Both Women. Hold, hold, Mr Limberham! [They snatch it.
Aldo. Before George, son Limberham, you shall read it.
Wood. By your favour, sir, but he must not.
Trick. He'll know my hand, and I am ruined!
Mrs Brain. Oh, my misfortune! Mr Woodall, will you suffer your secrets to be discovered!
Wood. It belongs to one of them, that's certain.—Mr Limberham, I must desire you to restore this letter; it is from my mistress.
Trick. The devil's in him; will he confess?