_Trick._ Hang your pitiful excuses. 'Tis well known what offers I have had, and what fortunes I might have made with others, like a fool as I was, to throw away my youth and beauty upon you. I could have had a young handsome lord, that offered me my coach and six; besides many a good knight and gentleman, that would have parted with their own ladies, and have settled half they had upon me. _Limb._ Ay, you said so. _Trick._ I said so, sir! Who am I? Is not my word as good as yours? _Limb._ As mine gentlewoman? though I say it, my word will go for thousands. _Trick._ The more shame for you, that you have done no more for me: But I am resolved I'll not lose my time with you; I'll part. _Limb._ Do, who cares? Go to Dog-and-Bitch yard, and help your mother to make footmen's shirts. _Trick._ I defy you, slanderer; I defy you. _Aldo._ Nay, dear daughter! _Limb._ I defy her too. _Aldo._ Nay, good son! _Trick._ Let me alone: I'll have him cudgelled by my footman. _Enter_ SAINTLY. _Saint._ Bless us! what's here to do? My neighbours will think I keep a nest of unclean birds here. _Limb._ You had best peach now, and make her house be thought a bawdy-house! _Trick._ No, no: While you are in it, you will secure it from that scandal.--Hark hither, Mrs Saintly. [_Whispers._] _Limb._ Do, tell, tell, no matter for that. _Saint._ Who would have imagined you had been such a kind of man, Mr Limberham! O heaven, O heaven! [_Exit._ _Limb._ So, now you have spit your venom, and the storm's over. _Aldo._ [_Crying._] That I should ever live to see this day! _Trick._ To show I can live honest, in spite of all mankind, I'll go into a nunnery, and that is my resolution. _Limb._ Do not hinder her, good father Aldo; I am sure she will come back from France, before she gets half way over to Calais. _Aldo._ Nay, but son Limberham, this must not be. A word in private;--you will never get such another woman, for love nor money. Do but look upon her; she is a mistress for an emperor. _Limb._ Let her be a mistress for a pope, like a whore of Babylon, as she is. _Aldo._ Would I were worthy to be a young man, for her sake! She should eat pearls, if she would have them. _Limb._ She can digest them, and gold too. Let me tell you, father Aldo, she has the stomach of an ostrich. _Aldo._ Daughter Tricksy, a word with you. _Trick._ I'll hear nothing: I am for a nunnery. _Aldo._ I never saw a woman, before you, but first or last she would be brought to reason. Hark you, child, you will scarcely find so kind a keeper. What if he has some impediment one way? Every body is not a Hercules. You shall have my son Woodall, to supply his wants; but, as long as he maintains you, be ruled by him that bears the purse. LIMBERHAM SINGING. _I my own jailor was; my only foe, Who did my liberty forego; I was a prisoner, because I would be so._