_Brain._ _Diable!_ Now I will not sing, to spite you. By the world, you are not worthy of it. Well, I have a gentleman's fortune; I have courage, and make no inconsiderable figure in the world: yet I would quit my pretensions to all these, rather than not be author of this sonnet, which your rudeness has irrevocably lost. _Limb._ Some foolish French _quelque chose_, I warrant you. _Brain._ _Quelque chose!_ O ignorance, in supreme perfection! he means a _kek shose_[9]. _Limb._ Why a _kek shoes_ let it be then! and a _kek shoes_ for your song. _Brain._ I give to the devil such a judge. Well, were I to be born again, I would as soon be the elephant, as a wit; he's less a monster in this age of malice. I could burn my sonnet, out of rage. _Limb._ You may use your pleasure with your own. _Wood._ His friends would not suffer him: Virgil was not permitted to burn his AEneids. _Brain._ Dear sir, I'll not die ungrateful for your approbation. [_Aside to_ WOOD.] You see this fellow? he is an ass already; he has a handsome mistress, and you shall make an ox of him ere long. _Wood._ Say no more, it shall be done. _Limb._ Hark you, Mr Woodall; this fool Brainsick grows insupportable; he's a public nuisance; but I scorn to set my wit against him: he has a pretty wife: I say no more; but if you do not graff him-- _Wood._ A word to the wise: I shall consider him, for your sake. _Limb._ Pray do, sir: consider him much. _Wood._ Much is the word.--This feud makes well for me. [_Aside._ _Brain._ [_To_ WOOD.] I'll give you the opportunity, and rid you of him.--Come away, little Limberham; you, and I, and father Aldo, will take a turn together in the square. _Aldo._ We will follow you immediately. _Limb._ Yes, we will come after you, bully Brainsick: but I hope you will not draw upon us there. _Brain._ If you fear that, Bilbo shall be left behind. _Limb._ Nay, nay, leave but your madrigal behind: draw not that upon us, and it is no matter for your sword. [_Exit_ BRAIN. _Enter_ TRICKSY, _and_ MRS BRAINSICK, _with a note for each._ _Wood._ [_Aside._] Both together! either of them, apart, had been my business: but I shall never play well at this three-hand game. _Limb._ O Pug, how have you been passing your time? _Trick._ I have been looking over the last present of orange gloves you made me; and methinks I do not like the scent.--O Lord, Mr Woodall, did you bring those you wear from Paris? _Wood._ Mine are Roman, madam. _Trick._ The scent I love, of all the world. Pray let me see them. _Mrs Brain._ Nay, not both, good Mrs Tricksy; for I love that scent as well as you. _Wood._ [_Pulling them off, and giving each one._] I shall find two dozen more of women's gloves among my trifles, if you please to accept them, ladies. _Trick._ Look to it; we shall expect them.--Now to put in my _billet-doux!_ _Mrs Brain._ So, now, I have the opportunity to thrust in my note.