_Trick._ Necessity has no law; I must be patient. [_She gets into the Bed, and draws the clothes over her._ _Enter_ SAINTLY. _Saint._ In sadness, gentleman, I can hold no longer: I will not keep your wicked counsel, how you were locked up in the chest; for it lies heavy upon my conscience, and out it must, and shall. _Wood._ You may tell, but who will believe you? where's your witness? _Saint._ Verily, heaven is my witness. _Wood._ That's your witness too, that you would have allured me to lewdness, have seduced a hopeful young man, as I am; you would have enticed youth: Mark that, beldam. _Saint._ I care not; my single evidence is enough to Mr Limberham; he will believe me, that thou burnest in unlawful lust to his beloved: So thou shalt be an outcast from my family. _Wood._ Then will I go to the elders of thy church, and lay thee open before them, that thou didst feloniously unlock that chest, with wicked intentions of purloining: So thou shalt be excommunicated from the congregation, thou Jezebel, and delivered over to Satan. _Saint._ Verily, our teacher will not excommunicate me, for taking the spoils of the ungodly, to clothe him; for it is a judged case amongst us, that a married woman may steal from her husband, to relieve a brother. But yet them mayest atone this difference betwixt us; verily, thou mayest. _Wood._ Now thou art tempting me again. Well, if I had not the gift of continency, what might become of me? _Saint._ The means have been offered thee, and thou hast kicked with the heel. I will go immediately to the tabernacle of Mr Limberham, and discover thee, O thou serpent, in thy crooked paths. [_Going._ _Wood._ Hold, good landlady, not so fast; let me have time to consider on't; I may mollify, for flesh is frail. An hour or two hence we will confer together upon the premises. _Saint._ Oh, on the sudden, I feel myself exceeding sick! Oh! oh! _Wood._ Get you quickly to your closet, and fall to your _mirabilis_; this is no place for sick people. Begone, begone! _Saint._ Verily, I can go no farther. _Wood._ But you shall, verily. I will thrust you down, out of pure pity. _Saint._ Oh, my eyes grow dim! my heart quops, and my back acheth! here I will lay me down, and rest me. [_Throws herself suddenly down upon the Bed;_ TRICKSY _shrieks, and rises; Mrs_ BRAIN. _rises from under the Bed in a fright._ _Wood._ So! here's a fine business! my whole seraglio up in arms! _Saint._ So, so; if Providence had not sent me hither, what folly had been this day committed! _Trick._ Oh the old woman in the oven! we both overheard your pious documents: Did we not, Mrs Brainsick? _Mrs Brain._ Yes, we did overhear her; and we will both testify against her. _Wood._ I have nothing to say for her. Nay, I told her her own; you can both bear me witness. If a sober man cannot be quiet in his own chamber for her--