Wood. It is done:  I will lay you.

Brain. Who shall be judge?

Wood. Who better than your wife?  She cannot be partial, because she knows not on which side you have laid.

Brain. Content.—­Come hither, lady mine:  Whose lodgings are these? who is lord, and grand seignior of them?

Mrs Brain. [Aside.] Oh, goes it there?—­Why should you ask me such a question, when every body in the house can tell they are ’nown dear’s?

Brain. Now are you satisfied?  Children and fools, you know the proverb—­

Wood. Pox on me! nothing but such a positive coxcomb as I am, would have laid his money upon such odds; as if you did not know your own lodgings better than I, at half a day’s warning!  And that which vexes me more than the loss of my money, is the loss of my adventure!
          
                                                    [Exit.

Brain. It shall be spent:  We will have a treat with it.  This is a fool of the first magnitude.

Mrs Brain. Let my own dear alone, to find a fool out.

Enter LIMBERHAM.

Limb. Bully Brainsick, Pug has sent me to you on an embassy, to bring you down to cards again; she is in her mulligrubs already; she will never forgive you the last vol you won.  It is but losing a little to her, out of complaisance, as they say, to a fair lady; and whatever she wins, I will make up to you again in private.

Brain. I would not be that slave you are, to enjoy the treasures of the east.  The possession of Peru, and of Potosi, should not buy me to the bargain.

Limb. Will you leave your perboles, and come then?

Brain. No; for I have won a wager, to be spent luxuriously at Long’s; with Pleasance of the party, and Termagant Tricksy; and I will pass, in person, to the preparation:  Come, matrimony.
                                     [Exeunt BRAINSICK, Mrs BRAIN.

Enter SAINTLY, and PLEASANCE.

Pleas. To him:  I’ll second you:  now for mischief!

Saint. Arise, Mr Limberham, arise; for conspiracies are hatched against you, and a new Faux is preparing to blow up your happiness.

Limb. What is the matter, landlady?  Pr’ythee, speak good honest English, and leave thy canting.

Saint. Verily, thy beloved is led astray, by the young man Woodall, that vessel of uncleanness:  I beheld them communing together; she feigned herself sick, and retired to her tent in the garden-house; and I watched her out-going, and behold he followed her.

Pleas. Do you stand unmoved, and hear all this?

Limb. Before George, I am thunder-struck!

Saint. Take to thee thy resolution, and avenge thyself.

Limb. But give me leave to consider first:  A man must do nothing rashly.