_Limb._ You must know, Pug, I was going but just now, in obedience to your commands, to enquire of the health and safety of your jewels, and my brother Brainsick most barbarously forbade me entrance:--nay, I dare accuse you, when Pug's by to back me;--but now I am resolved I will go see them, or somebody shall smoke for it. _Brain._ But I resolve you shall not. If she pleases to command my person, I can comply with the obligation of a cavalier. _Trick._ But what reason had you to forbid him, then, sir? _Limb._ Ay, what reason had you to forbid me, then, sir? _Brain._ 'Twas only my caprichio, madam.--Now must I seem ignorant of what she knows full well. [_Aside._ _Trick._ We'll enquire the cause at better leisure; come down, Mr Limberham. _Limb._ Nay, if it were only his caprichio, I am satisfied; though I must tell you, I was in a kind of huff, to hear him _Tan ta ra, tan ta ra,_ a quarter of an hour together; for _Tan ta ra_ is but an odd kind of sound, you know, before a man's chamber. _Enter_ PLEASANCE. _Pleas._ [_Aside._] Judith has assured me, he must be there; and, I am resolved, I'll satisfy my revenge at any rate upon my rivals. _Trick._ Mrs Pleasance is come to call us: pray let us go. _Pleas._ Oh dear, Mr Limberham, I have had the dreadfullest dream to-night, and am come to tell it you: I dreamed you left your mistress's jewels in your chamber, and the door open. _Limb._ In good time be it spoken; and so I did, Mrs Pleasance. _Pleas._ And that a great swinging thief came in, and whipt them out. _Limb._ Marry, heaven forbid! _Trick._ This is ridiculous: I'll speak to your mother, madam, not to suffer you to eat such heavy suppers. _Limb._ Nay, that's very true; for, you may remember she fed very much upon larks and pigeons; and they are very heavy meat, as Pug says. _Trick._ The jewels are all safe; I looked on them. _Brain._ Will you never stand corrected, Mrs Pleasance? _Pleas._ Not by you; correct your matrimony.--And methought, of a sudden this thief was turned to Mr Woodall; and that, hearing Mr Limberham come, he slipt for fear into the closet. _Trick._ I looked all over it; I'm sure he is not there.--Come away, dear. _Brain._ What, I think you are in a dream too, brother Limberham. _Limb._ If her dream should come out now! 'tis good to be sure, however. _Trick._ You are sure; have not I said it?--You had best make Mr Woodall a thief, madam. _Pleas._ I make him nothing, madam: but the thief in my dream was like Mr Woodall; and that thief may have made Mr Limberham something. _Limb._ Nay, Mr Woodall is no thief, that's certain; but if a thief should be turned to Mr Woodall, that may be something. _Trick._ Then I'll fetch out the jewels: will that satisfy you? _Brain._ That shall satisfy him. _Limb._ Yes, that shall satisfy me.