Saint. Delay no longer, or—
Wood. Or! you will not swear, I hope?
Saint. Uds-niggers but I will; and that so loud, that Mr Limberham shall hear me.
Wood. Uds-niggers, I confess, is a very dreadful oath. You could lie naturally before, as you are a fanatic; if you can swear such rappers too, there is hope of you; you may be a woman of the world in time. Well, you shall be satisfied, to the utmost farthing, to-night, and in your own chamber.
Saint. Or, expect to-morrow—
Wood. All shall be atoned ere then. Go, provide the bottle of clary, the Westphalia ham, and other fortifications of nature; we shall see what may be done. What! an old woman must not be cast away.
[Chucks her.
Saint. Then, verily, I am appeased.
Wood. Nay, no relapsing into verily; that is in our bargain. Look how she weeps for joy! It is a good old soul, I warrant her.
Saint. You will not fail?
Wood. Dost thou think I have no compassion for thy gray hairs? Away, away; our love may be discovered: We must avoid scandal; it is thy own maxim.
[Exit Saintly.
They are all now at ombre; and Brainsick's maid has promised to send her mistress up.