_Aldo._ Come, son Limberham, we let our friend Brainsick walk too long alone: Shall we follow him? we must make haste; for I expect a whole bevy of whores, a chamber-full of temptation this afternoon: 'tis my day of audience. _Limb._ Mr Woodall, we leave you here--you remember? [_Exeunt_ LIMB. _and_ ALDO. _Wood._ Let me alone.--Ladies, your servant; I have a little private business with a friend of mine. _Mrs Brain._ Meaning me.--Well, sir, your servant. _Trick._ Your servant, till we meet again. [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE II.--_Mr_ WOODALL'S _Chamber._ _Mrs_ BRAINSICK _alone._ _Mrs Brain._ My note has taken, as I wished: he will be here immediately. If I could but resolve to lose no time, out of modesty; but it is his part to be violent, for both our credits. Never so little force and ruffling, and a poor weak woman is excused. [_Noise._] Hark, I hear him coming.--Ah me! the steps beat double: He comes not alone. If it should be my husband with him! where shall I hide myself? I see no other place, but under his bed: I must lie as silently as my fear will suffer me. Heaven send me safe again to my own chamber! [_Creeps under the Bed._ _Enter_ WOODALL _and_ TRICKSY. _Wood._ Well, fortune at the last is favourable, and now you are my prisoner. _Trick._ After a quarter of an hour, I suppose, I shall have my liberty upon easy terms. But pray let us parley a little first. _Wood._ Let it be upon the bed then. Please you to sit? _Trick._ No matter where; I am never the nearer to your wicked purpose. But you men are commonly great comedians in love-matters; therefore you must swear, in the first place-- _Wood._ Nay, no conditions: The fortress is reduced to extremity; and you must yield upon discretion, or I storm. _Trick._ Never to love any other woman. _Wood._ I kiss the book upon it. [_Kisses her. Mrs_ BRAIN. _pinches him from underneath the Bed._] Oh, are you at your love-tricks already? If you pinch me thus, I shall bite your lip. _Trick._ I did not pinch you: But you are apt, I see, to take any occasion of gathering up more close to me.--Next, you shall not so much as look on Mrs Brainsick. _Wood._ Have you done? these covenants are so tedious! _Trick._ Nay, but swear then. _Wood._ I do promise, I do swear, I do any thing. [_Mrs_ BRAIN. _runs a pin into him._] Oh, the devil! what do you mean to run pins into me? this is perfect caterwauling. _Trick._ You fancy all this; I would not hurt you for the world. Come, you shall see how well I love you. [_Kisses him: Mrs_ BRAIN. _pricks her._] Oh! I think you have needles growing in your bed. [_Both rise up._ _Wood._ I will see what is the matter in it. _Saint._ [_Within._] Mr Woodall, where are you, verily? _Wood._ Pox verily her! it is my landlady: Here, hide yourself behind the curtains, while I run to the door, to stop her entry.