Wood. This paper was sent me from her this morning; and I was so fond of it, that I left it in 064 my glove: If one of the ladies had found it there, I should have been laughed at most unmercifully.
Mrs Brain. That's well come off!
Limb. My heart was at my mouth, for fear it had been Pug's. [Aside.]—There 'tis again—Hold, hold; pray let me see it once more: a mistress, said you?
Aldo. Yes, a mistress, sir. I'll be his voucher, he has a mistress, and a fair one too.
Limb. Do you know it, father Aldo.
Aldo. Know it! I know the match is as good as made already: old Woodall and I are all one. You, son, were sent for over on purpose; the articles for her jointure are all concluded, and a friend of mine drew them.
Limb. Nay, if father Aldo knows it, I am satisfied.
Aldo. But how came you by this letter, son Woodall? let me examine you.
Wood. Came by it! (pox, he has non-plus'd me!) How do you say I came by it, father Aldo?
Aldo. Why, there's it, now. This morning I met your mistress's father, Mr you know who—