Wood. So! here's a fine business! my whole seraglio up in arms!
Saint. So, so; if Providence had not sent me hither, what folly had been this day committed!
Trick. Oh the old woman in the oven! we both overheard your pious documents: Did we not, Mrs Brainsick?
Mrs Brain. Yes, we did overhear her; and we will both testify against her.
069 Wood. I have nothing to say for her. Nay, I told her her own; you can both bear me witness. If a sober man cannot be quiet in his own chamber for her—
Trick. For, you know, sir, when Mrs Brainsick and I over-heard her coming, having been before acquainted with her wicked purpose, we both agreed to trap her in it.
Mrs Brain. And now she would 'scape herself, by accusing us! but let us both conclude to cast an infamy upon her house, and leave it.
Saint. Sweet Mr Woodall, intercede for me, or I shall be ruined.
Wood. Well, for once I'll be good-natured, and try my interest.—Pray, ladies, for my sake, let this business go no farther.
Trick. and Mrs Brain. You may command us.