_Jud._ The best way will be, for father Aldo to lend me the key of his door, which opens into my chamber; and so I can convey him out. _Aldo._ [_Giving her a key._] Do so, daughter. Not a word of my familiarity with his mother, to prevent bloodshed betwixt us: but I have her name down in my almanack, I warrant her. _Jud._ What, kiss and tell, father Aldo? kiss and tell! [_Exit._ _Mrs Brain._ I'll go and pass an hour with Mrs Tricksy. [_Exit._ _Enter_ LIMBERHAM. _Brain._ What, the lusty lover Limberham! _Enter_ WOODALL, _at another door._ _Aldo._ O here's a monsieur, new come over, and a fellow-lodger; I must endear you two to one another. _Brain._ Sir, 'tis my extreme ambition to be better known to you; you come out of the country I adore. And how does the dear Battist[8]? I long for some of his new compositions in the last opera. _A propos!_ I have had the most happy invention this morning, and a tune trouling in my head; I rise immediately in my night-gown and slippers, down I put the notes slap-dash, made words to them like lightning; and I warrant you have them at the circle in the evening. _Wood._ All were complete, sir, if S. Andre would make steps to them. _Brain._ Nay, thanks to my genius, that care's over: you shall see, you shall see. But first the air. [_Sings._] Is it not very fine? Ha, messieurs! _Limb._ The close of it is the most ravishing I ever heard! _Brain._ I dwell not on your commendations. What say you, sir? [_To_ WOOD.] Is it not admirable? Do you enter into it? _Wood._ Most delicate cadence! _Brain._ Gad, I think so, without vanity. Battist and I have but one soul. But the close, the close! [_Sings it thrice over._] I have words too upon the air; but I am naturally so bashful! _Wood._ Will you oblige me, sir? _Brain._ You might command me, sir; for I sing too _en cavalier:_ but-- _Limb._ But you would be entreated, and say, _Nolo, nolo, nolo,_ three times, like any bishop, when your mouth waters at the diocese. _Brain._ I have no voice; but since this gentleman commands me, let the words commend themselves. [_Sings._ _My Phillis is charming--_ _Limb._ But why, of all names, would you chuse a Phillis? There have been so many Phillises in songs, I thought there had not been another left, for love or money. _Brain._ If a man should listen to a fop! [_Sings._ _My Phillis--_ _Aldo._ Before George, I am on t'other side: I think, as good no song, as no Phillis. _Brain._ Yet again!--_My Phillis--_ [_Sings._ _Limb._ Pray, for my sake, let it be your Chloris. _Brain._ [_Looking scornfully at him._] _My Phillis--_ [_Sings._ _Limb._ You had as good call her your Succuba. _Brain._ _Morbleu!_ will you not give me leave? I am full of Phillis. [_Sings._] _My Phillis--_ _Limb._ Nay, I confess, Phillis is a very pretty name.