_Pleas._ to _Brain._ But, if you should hinder him, he may trouble you at law, sir, and say you robbed him of his jewels.
_Limb._ That is well thought on. I will accuse him heinously; there--and therefore fear and tremble.
_Brain._ My allegiance charms me: I acquiesce. The occasion is plausible to let him pass.--Now let the burnished beams upon his brow blaze broad, for the brand he cast upon the Brainsick. [_Aside._
_Trick._ Dear Mr Limberham, come back, and hear me.
_Pleas._ Go on; my life for yours, he is there.
_Limb._ I am deaf as an adder; I will not hear thee, nor have no commiseration. [_Struggles from her, and rushes in._
_Trick._ Then I know the worst, and care not. [LIMBERHAM _comes running out with the Jewels, followed by_ WOODALL, _with his Sword drawn._
_Limb._ O save me, Pug, save me! [_Gets behind her._
_Wood._ A slave, to come and interrupt me at my devotions! but I will--
_Limb._ Hold, hold, since you are so devout; for heaven's sake, hold!
_Wood._ I did his chamber the honour, when my own was not open, to retire thither; and he to disturb me, like a profane rascal as he was.
_Limb._ [_Aside._] I believe he had the devil for his chaplain, an' a man durst tell him so.
_Limb._ Nay, nothing; but that I thought you had not been so well given. I was only afraid of Pug's jewels.
_Wood._ What, does he take me for a thief? nay then--
_Pleas._ Hold, sir; it was a foolish dream of mine that set him on. I dreamt, a thief, who had been just reprieved for a former robbery, was venturing his neck a minute after in Mr Limberham's closet.
_Wood._ Are you thereabouts, i'faith! A pox of Artemidorus[13].
_Trick._ I have had a dream, too, concerning Mrs Brainsick, and perhaps--
_Wood._ Mrs Tricksy, a word in private with you, by your keeper's leave.
_Limb._ Yes, sir, you may speak your pleasure to her; and, if you have a mind to go to prayers together, the closet is open.
_Wood._ [_To_ TRICK.] You but suspect it at most, and cannot prove it: if you value me, you will not engage me in a quarrel with her husband.
_Trick._ Well, in hope you will love me, I will obey.
_Brain._ Now, damsel Tricksy, your dream, your dream!
_Trick._ It was something of a flagelet, that a shepherd played upon so sweetly, that three women followed him for his music, and still one of them snatched it from the other.