_Limb._ You may go, madam; but I shall beseech your ladyship to leave the key of the still-house door behind you: I have a mind to some of the sweet-meats you have locked up there; you understand me. Now, for the old dog-trick! you have lost the key, I know already, but I am prepared for that; you shall know you have no fool to deal with. _Trick._ No; here is the key: Take it, and satisfy your foolish curiosity. _Limb._ [_Aside._] This confidence amazes me! If those two gipsies have abused me, and I should not find him there now, this would make an immortal quarrel. _Trick._ [_Aside._] I have put him to a stand. _Limb._ Hang it, it is no matter; I will be satisfied: If it comes to a rupture, I know the way to buy my peace. Pug, produce the key. _Trick._ [_Takes him about the neck._] My dear, I have it for you: come, and kiss me. Why would you be so unkind to suspect my faith now! when I have forsaken all the world for you.--[_Kiss again._] But I am not in the mood of quarrelling to-night; I take this jealousy the best way, as the effect of your passion. Come up, and we will go to bed together, and be friends. [_Kiss again._ _Limb._ [_Aside._] Pug is in a pure humour to-night, and it would vex a man to lose it; but yet I must be satisfied:--and therefore, upon mature consideration, give me the key. _Trick._ You are resolved, then? _Limb._ Yes, I am resolved; for I have sworn to myself by Styx; and that is an irrevocable oath. _Trick._ Now, see your folly: There's the key. [_Gives it him._ _Limb._ Why, that is a loving Pug; I will prove thee innocent immediately: And that will put an end to all controversies betwixt us. _Trick._ Yes, it shall put an end to all our quarrels: Farewell for the last time, sir. Look well upon my face, that you may remember it; for, from this time forward, I have sworn it irrevocably too, that you shall never see it more. _Limb._ Nay, but hold a little, Pug. What's the meaning of this new commotion? _Trick._ No more; but satisfy your foolish fancy, for you are master: and, besides, I am willing to be justified. _Limb._ Then you shall be justified. [_Puts the Key in the Door._ _Trick._ I know I shall: Farewell. _Limb._ But, are you sure you shall? _Trick._ No, no, he is there: You'll find him up in the chimney, or behind the door; or, it may be, crowded into some little galley-pot. _Limb._ But you will not leave me, if I should look? _Trick._ You are not worthy my answer: I am gone. [_Going out._ _Limb._ Hold, hold, divine Pug, and let me recollect a little.--This is no time for meditation neither: while I deliberate, she may be gone. She must be innocent, or she could never be so confident and careless.--Sweet Pug, forgive me. [_Kneels._ _Trick._ I am provoked too far.