_Aldo._ Why, look you now, son Limberham, is this a song to be sung at such a time, when I am labouring your reconcilement? Come, daughter Tricksy, you must be ruled; I'll be the peace-maker. _Trick._ No, I'm just going. _Limb._ The devil take me, if I call you back. _Trick._ And his dam take me, if I return, except you do. _Aldo._ So, now you will part, for a mere punctilio! Turn to him, daughter: Speak to her, son: Why should you be so refractory both, to bring my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave? _Limb._ I'll not be forsworn, I swore first; _Trick._ Thou art a forsworn man, however; for thou sworest to love me eternally. _Limb._ Yes, I was such a fool, to swear so. _Aldo._ And will you have that dreadful oath lie gnawing on your conscience? _Trick._ Let him be damned; and so farewell for ever.--[_Going._] _Limb._ Pug! _Trick._ Did you call, Mr Limberham? _Limb._ It may be, ay; it may be, no. _Trick._ Well, I am going to the nunnery; but, to shew I am in charity, I'll pray for you. _Aldo._ Pray for him! fy, daughter, fy; is that an answer for a Christian? _Limb._ What did Pug say? will she pray for me? Well, to shew I am in charity, she shall not pray for me. Come back, Pug. But did I ever think thou couldst have been so unkind to have parted with me? [_Cries._ _Aldo._ Look you, daughter, see how nature works in him. _Limb._ I'll settle two hundred a-year upon thee, because thou said'st thou would'st pray for me. _Aldo._ Before George, son Limberham, you will spoil all, if you underbid so. Come, down with your dust, man: What, shew a base mind, when a fair lady's in question! _Limb._ Well, if I must give three hundred-- _Trick._ No, it is no matter; my thoughts are on a better place. _Aldo._ Come, there is no better place than little London. You shall not part for a trifle. What, son Limberham! four hundred a year is a square sum, and you shall give it. _Limb._ It is a round sum indeed; I wish a three-cornered sum would have served her turn.--Why should you be so pervicacious now, Pug? Pray take three hundred. Nay, rather than part, Pug, it shall be so.-- [_She frowns._] _Aldo._ It shall be so, it shall be so: Come, now buss, and seal the bargain. _Trick._ [_Kissing him._] You see what a good natured fool I am, Mr Limberham, to come back into a wicked world, for love of you.--You will see the writings drawn, father? _Aldo._ Ay; and pay the lawyer too. Why, this is as it should be! I'll be at the charge of the reconciling supper.--[_To her aside._] Daughter, my son Woodall is waiting for you.--Come away, son Limberham to the temple. _Limb._ With all my heart, while she is in a good humour: It would cost me another hundred, if I should stay till Pug were in wrath again. Adieu, sweet Pug.--[_Exeunt_ ALDO, _and_ LIMB.]