_Pleas._ Then you are a predestinated fool, and somewhat worse, that shall be nameless. Do you not see how grossly she abuses you? my life on't, there's somebody within, and she knows it; otherwise she would suffer you to bring out the jewels. _Limb._ Nay, I am no predestinated fool; and therefore, Pug, give way. _Trick._ I will not satisfy your humour. _Limb._ Then I will satisfy it myself: for my generous blood is up, and I'll force my entrance. _Brain._ Here's Bilbo, then, shall bar you; atoms are not so small, as I will slice the slave. Ha! fate and furies! _Limb._ Ay, for all your fate and furies, I charge you, in his majesty's name, to keep the peace: now, disobey authority, if you dare. _Trick._ Fear him not, sweet Mr Brainsick. _Pleas._ to _Brain._ But, if you should hinder him, he may trouble you at law, sir, and say you robbed him of his jewels. _Limb._ That is well thought on. I will accuse him heinously; there--and therefore fear and tremble. _Brain._ My allegiance charms me: I acquiesce. The occasion is plausible to let him pass.--Now let the burnished beams upon his brow blaze broad, for the brand he cast upon the Brainsick. [_Aside._ _Trick._ Dear Mr Limberham, come back, and hear me. _Limb._ Yes, I will hear thee, Pug. _Pleas._ Go on; my life for yours, he is there. _Limb._ I am deaf as an adder; I will not hear thee, nor have no commiseration. [_Struggles from her, and rushes in._ _Trick._ Then I know the worst, and care not. [LIMBERHAM _comes running out with the Jewels, followed by_ WOODALL, _with his Sword drawn._ _Limb._ O save me, Pug, save me! [_Gets behind her._ _Wood._ A slave, to come and interrupt me at my devotions! but I will-- _Limb._ Hold, hold, since you are so devout; for heaven's sake, hold! _Brain._ Nay, monsieur Woodall! _Trick._ For my sake, spare him. _Limb._ Yes, for Pug's sake, spare me. _Wood._ I did his chamber the honour, when my own was not open, to retire thither; and he to disturb me, like a profane rascal as he was. _Limb._ [_Aside._] I believe he had the devil for his chaplain, an' a man durst tell him so. _Wood._ What is that you mutter? _Limb._ Nay, nothing; but that I thought you had not been so well given. I was only afraid of Pug's jewels. _Wood._ What, does he take me for a thief? nay then-- _Limb._ O mercy, mercy! _Pleas._ Hold, sir; it was a foolish dream of mine that set him on. I dreamt, a thief, who had been just reprieved for a former robbery, was venturing his neck a minute after in Mr Limberham's closet. _Wood._ Are you thereabouts, i'faith! A pox of Artemidorus[13]. _Trick._ I have had a dream, too, concerning Mrs Brainsick, and perhaps-- _Wood._ Mrs Tricksy, a word in private with you, by your keeper's leave.