_Limb._ Under the rose, good Mr Woodall; but, I speak it with all submission, in the bitterness of my spirit, that you, or any man, should have the disposing of my four hundred a-year _gratis_; therefore dear Pug, a word in private, with your permission, good Mr Woodall. _Trick._ Alas, I know, by experience, I may safely trust my person with you. [_Exeunt_ LIMB. _and_ TRICK. _Enter_ ALDO. _Pleas._ O, father Aldo, we have wanted you! Here has been made the rarest discovery! _Brain._ With the most comical catastrophe! _Wood._ Happily arrived, i'faith, my old sub-fornicator; I have been taken up on suspicion here with Mrs Tricksy. _Aldo._ To be taken, to be seen! Before George, that's a point next the worst, son Woodall. _Wood._ Truth is, I wanted thy assistance, old Methusalem; but, my comfort is, I fell greatly. _Aldo._ Well, young Phaeton, that's somewhat yet, if you made a blaze at your departure. _Enter_ GILES, _Mrs_ BRAINSICK, _and_ JUDITH. _Giles._ By your leave, gentlemen, I have followed an old master of mine these two long hours, and had a fair course at him up the street; here he entered, I'm sure. _Aldo._ Whoop holyday! our trusty and well-beloved Giles, most welcome! Now for some news of my ungracious son. _Wood._ [_Aside._] Giles here! O rogue, rogue! Now, would I were safe stowed over head and ears in the chest again. _Aldo._ Look you now, son Woodall, I told you I was not mistaken; my rascal's in town, with a vengeance to him. _Giles._ Why, this is he, sir; I thought you had known him. _Aldo._ Known whom? _Giles._ Your son here, my young master. _Aldo._ Do I dote? or art thou drunk, Giles? _Giles._ Nay, I am sober enough, I'm sure; I have been kept fasting almost these two days. _Aldo._ Before George, 'tis so! I read it in that leering look: What a Tartar have I caught! _Brain._ Woodall his son! _Pleas._ What, young father Aldo! _Aldo._ [_Aside._] Now cannot I for shame hold up my head, to think what this young rogue is privy to! _Mrs Brain._ The most dumb interview I ever saw! _Brain._ What, have you beheld the Gorgon's head on either side? _Aldo._ Oh, my sins! my sins! and he keeps my book of conscience too! He can display them, with a witness! Oh, treacherous young devil! _Wood._ [_Aside._] Well, the squib's run to the end of the line, and now for the cracker: I must bear up. _Aldo._ I must set a face of authority on the matter, for my credit.--Pray, who am I? do you know me, sir? _Wood._ Yes, I think I should partly know you, sir: You may remember some private passages betwixt us.