_Trick._ You lovers are such froward children, ever crying for the breast; and, when you have once had it, fall fast asleep in the nurse's arms. And with what face should I look upon my keeper after it? _Wood._ With the same face that all mistresses look upon theirs. Come, come. _Trick._ But my reputation! _Wood._ Nay, that's no argument, if I should be so base to tell; for women get good fortunes now-a-days, by losing their credit, as a cunning citizen does by breaking. _Trick._ But, I'm so shame-faced! Well, I'll go in, and hide my blushes. [_Exit._ _Wood._ I'll not be long after you; for I think I have hidden my blushes where I shall never find them. _Re-enter_ TRICKSY. _Trick._ As I live, Mr Limberham and father Aldo are just returned; I saw them entering. My settlement will miscarry, if you are found here: What shall we do? _Wood._ Go you into your bed-chamber, and leave me to my fortune. _Trick._ That you should be so dull! their suspicion will be as strong still: for what should make you here? _Wood._ The curse on't is too, I bid my man tell the family I was gone abroad; so that, if I am seen, you are infallibly discovered. [_Noise._ _Trick._ Hark, I hear them! Here's a chest which I borrowed of Mrs Pleasance; get quickly into it, and I will lock you up: there's nothing in't but clothes of Limberham's, and a box of writings. _Wood._ I shall be smothered. _Trick._ Make haste, for heaven's sake; they'll quickly be gone, and then-- _Wood._ That _then_ will make a man venture any thing. [_He goes in, and she locks the chest._ _Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ ALDO. _Limb._ Dost thou not wonder to see me come again so quickly, Pug? _Trick._ No, I am prepared for any foolish freak of yours: I knew you would have a qualm, when you came to settlement. _Limb._ Your settlement depends most absolutely on that chest. _Trick._ Father Aldo, a word with you, for heaven's sake. _Aldo._ No, no, I'll not whisper. Do not stand in your own light, but produce the keys, daughter. _Limb._ Be not musty, my pretty St Peter, but produce the keys. I must have the writings out, that concern thy settlement. _Trick._ Now I see you are so reasonable, I'll show you I dare trust your honesty; the settlement shall be deferred till another day. _Aldo._ No deferring in these cases, daughter. _Trick._ But I have lost the keys. _Limb._ That's a jest! let me feel in thy pocket, for I must oblige thee. _Trick._ You shall feel no where: I have felt already and am sure they are lost. _Aldo._ But feel again, the lawyer stays. _Trick._ Well, to satisfy you, I will feel.--They are not here--nor here neither. [_She pulls out her handkerchief, and the keys drop after it:_ LIMBERHAM _takes them up._