_Limb._ Why all this shrieking, Mrs Saintly? _Wood._ [_Rushing him down._] Stop thief, stop thief! cry you mercy, gentleman, if I have hurt you. _Limb._ [_Rising._] 'Tis a fine time to cry a man mercy, when you have beaten his wind out of his body. _Saint._ As I watched the chest, behold a vision rushed out of it, on the sudden; and I lifted up my voice, and shrieked. _Limb._ A vision, landlady! what, have we Gog and Magog in our chamber? _Trick._ A thief, I warrant you, who had gotten into the chest. _Wood._ Most certainly a thief; for, hearing my landlady cry out, I flew from my chamber to her help, and met him running down stairs, and then he turned back to the balcony, and leapt into the street. _Limb._ I thought, indeed, that something held down the chest, when I would have opened it:--But my writings are there still, that's one comfort.--Oh seignioro, are you here? _Wood._ Do you speak to me, sir? _Saint._ This is Mr Woodall, your new fellow-lodger. _Limb._ Cry you mercy, sir; I durst have sworn you could have spoken _lingua Franca_--I thought, in my conscience, Pug, this had been thy Italian _merchanto_. _Wood._ Sir, I see you mistake me for some other: I should be happy to be better known to you. _Limb._ Sir, I beg your pardon, with all my _hearto_. Before George, I was caught again there! But you are so very like a paltry fellow, who came to sell Pug essences this morning, that one would swear those eyes, and that nose and mouth, belonged to that rascal. _Wood._ You must pardon me, sir, if I do not much relish the close of your compliment. _Trick._ Their eyes are nothing like:--you'll have a quarrel. _Limb._ Not very like, I confess. _Trick._ Their nose and mouth are quite different. _Limb._ As Pug says, they are quite different, indeed; but I durst have sworn it had been he; and, therefore, once again, I demand your _pardono_. _Trick._ Come, let us go down; by this time Gervase has brought the smith, and then Mrs Pleasance may have her chest. Please you, sir, to bear us company. _Wood._ At your service, madam. _Limb._ Pray lead the way, sir. _Wood._ 'Tis against my will, sir; but I must leave you in possession. [_Exeunt._ ACT III.--SCENE I. _Enter_ SAINTLY _and_ PLEASANCE. _Pleas._ Never fear it, I'll be a spy upon his actions; he shall neither whisper nor gloat on either of them, but I'll ring him such a peal! _Saint._ Above all things, have a care of him yourself; for surely there is witchcraft betwixt his lips: He is a wolf within the sheepfold; and therefore I will be earnest, that you may not fall. [_Exit._