_Limb._ Yes, I am resolved; for I have sworn to myself by Styx; and that is an irrevocable oath.
_Trick._ Now, see your folly: There's the key. [_Gives it him._
_Limb._ Why, that is a loving Pug; I will prove thee innocent immediately: And that will put an end to all controversies betwixt us.
_Trick._ Yes, it shall put an end to all our quarrels: Farewell for the last time, sir. Look well upon my face, that you may remember it; for, from this time forward, I have sworn it irrevocably too, that you shall never see it more.
_Limb._ Nay, but hold a little, Pug. What's the meaning of this new commotion?
_Trick._ No more; but satisfy your foolish fancy, for you are master: and, besides, I am willing to be justified.
_Limb._ Then you shall be justified. [_Puts the Key in the Door._
_Trick._ No, no, he is there: You'll find him up in the chimney, or behind the door; or, it may be, crowded into some little galley-pot.
_Limb._ But you will not leave me, if I should look?
_Trick._ You are not worthy my answer: I am gone. [_Going out._
_Limb._ Hold, hold, divine Pug, and let me recollect a little.--This is no time for meditation neither: while I deliberate, she may be gone. She must be innocent, or she could never be so confident and careless.--Sweet Pug, forgive me. [_Kneels._
_Limb._ It is the property of a goddess to forgive. Accept of this oblation; with this humble kiss, I here present it to thy fair hand: I conclude thee innocent without looking, and depend wholly upon thy mercy. [_Offers the Key._
_Trick._ No, keep it, keep it: the lodgings are your own.
_Limb._ If I should keep it, I were unworthy of forgiveness: I will no longer hold this fatal instrument of our separation.
_Trick._ [_Taking it._] Rise, sir: I will endeavour to overcome my nature, and forgive you; for I am so scrupulously nice in love, that it grates my very soul to be suspected: Yet, take my counsel, and satisfy yourself.
_Limb._ I would not be satisfied, to be possessor of Potosi, as my brother Brainsick says. Come to bed, dear Pug.--Now would not I change my condition, to be an eastern monarch! [_Exeunt._
_Wood._ Alive! why, we were never in any danger: Well, she is a rare manager of a fool!
_Gerv._ Are you disposed yet to receive good counsel? Has affliction wrought upon you?