_Jud._ Still you're a lucky man! Mr Brainsick has been exceeding honourable: he ran, as if a legion of bailiffs had been at his heels, and overtook Limberham in the street. Here, take the gown; lay it where you found it, and the danger's over. _Wood._ Speak softly; Mrs Tricksy is returned. [_Looks in._] Oh, she's gone into her closet, to lay up her writings: I can throw it on the bed, ere she perceive it has been wanting. [_Throws it in._ _Jud._ Every woman would not have done this for you, which I have done. _Wood._ I am sensible of it, little Judith; there's a time to come shall pay for all. I hear her returning: not a word; away. [_Exit_ JUDITH. _Re-enter_ TRICKSY. _Trick._ What, is a second summons needful? my favours have not been so cheap, that they should stick upon my hands. It seems, you slight your bill of fare, because you know it; or fear to be invited to your loss. _Wood._ I was willing to secure my happiness from interruption. A true soldier never falls upon the plunder, while the enemy is in the field. _Trick._ He has been so often baffled, that he grows contemptible. Were he here, should he see you enter into my closet; yet-- _Wood._ You are like to be put upon the trial, for I hear his voice. _Trick._ 'Tis so: go in, and mark the event now: be but as unconcerned, as you are safe, and trust him to my management. _Wood._ I must venture it; because to be seen here would have the same effect, as to be taken within. Yet I doubt you are too confident. [_He goes in._ _Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ BRAINSICK. _Limb._ How now, Pug? returned so soon! _Trick._ When I saw you came not for me, I was loth to be long without you. _Limb._ But which way came you, that I saw you not? _Trick._ The back way; by the garden door. _Limb._ How long have you been here? _Trick._ Just come before you. _Limb._ O, then all's well. For, to tell you true, Pug, I had a kind of villainous apprehension that you had been here longer: but whatever thou sayest is an oracle, sweet Pug, and I am satisfied. _Brain._ [_Aside._] How infinitely she gulls him! and he so stupid not to find it! [_To her._] If he be still within, madam, (you know my meaning?) here's Bilbo ready to forbid your keeper entrance. _Trick._ [_Aside._] Woodall must have told him of our appointment.--What think you of walking down, Mr Limberham? _Limb._ I'll but visit the chamber a little first. _Trick._ What new maggot's this? you dare not, sure, be jealous! _Limb._ No, I protest, sweet Pug, I am not: only to satisfy my curiosity; that's but reasonable, you know. _Trick._ Come, what foolish curiosity?