_Mrs Brain._ Then my steps, which are not so precious, shall be employed for you: I will call up Judith. _Brain._ I will not dance attendance. At the present, your closet shall be honoured. _Mrs Brain._ O lord, dear, it is not worthy to receive such a man as you are. _Brain._ Nature presses; I am in haste. _Mrs Brain._ He must be discovered, and I unavoidably undone! [_Aside._ [BRAINSICK _goes to the door, and_ WOODALL _meets him: She shrieks out._ _Brain._ Monsieur Woodall! _Wood._ Sir, begone, and make no noise, or you will spoil all. _Brain._ Spoil all, quotha! what does he mean, in the name of wonder? _Wood._ [_Taking him aside._] Hark you, Mr Brainsick, is the devil in you, that you and your wife come hither, to disturb my intrigue, which you yourself engaged me in, with Mrs Tricksy, to revenge you on Limberham? Why, I had made an appointment with her here; but, hearing somebody come up, I retired into the closet, till I was satisfied it was not the keeper. _Brain._ But why this intrigue in my wife's chamber? _Wood._ Why, you turn my brains, with talking to me of your wife's chamber! do you lie in common? the wife and husband, the keeper and the mistress? _Mrs Brain._ I am afraid they are quarrelling; pray heaven I get off. _Brain._ Once again, I am the sultan of this place: Mr Limberham is the mogul of the next mansion. _Wood._ Though I am a stranger in the house, it is impossible I should be so much mistaken: I say, this is Limberham's lodging. _Brain._ You would not venture a wager of ten pounds, that you are not mistaken? _Wood._ It is done: I will lay you. _Brain._ Who shall be judge? _Wood._ Who better than your wife? She cannot be partial, because she knows not on which side you have laid. _Brain._ Content.--Come hither, lady mine: Whose lodgings are these? who is lord, and grand seignior of them? _Mrs Brain._ [_Aside._] Oh, goes it there?--Why should you ask me such a question, when every body in the house can tell they are 'nown dear's? _Brain._ Now are you satisfied? Children and fools, you know the proverb-- _Wood._ Pox on me! nothing but such a positive coxcomb as I am, would have laid his money upon such odds; as if you did not know your own lodgings better than I, at half a day's warning! And that which vexes me more than the loss of my money, is the loss of my adventure! [_Exit._ _Brain._ It shall be spent: We will have a treat with it. This is a fool of the first magnitude. _Mrs Brain._ Let my own dear alone, to find a fool out. _Enter_ LIMBERHAM.