them languishing; he saw her cheeks blushing, and heard her voice
faultering in a half-denial: he seized her hand with an amorous
ecstacy, and-- [_Takes her hand._

_Trick._ Hold, sir, you act your part too far. Your friend was
unconscionable, if he desired more favours at the first interview.

_Wood._ He both desired and obtained them, madam, and so will--

_Trick._ [_A noise within._] Heavens! I hear Mr Limberham's voice:
he's returned from Barnet.

_Wood._ I'll avoid him.

_Trick._ That's impossible; he'll meet you. Let me think a
moment:--Mrs Saintly is abroad, and cannot discover you: have any of
the servants seen you?

_Wood._ None.

_Trick._ Then you shall pass for my Italian merchant of essences:
here's a little box of them just ready.

_Wood._ But I speak no Italian; only a few broken scraps, which I
picked from Scaramouch and Harlequin at Paris.

_Trick._ You must venture that: When we are rid of Limberham, 'tis but
slipping into your chamber, throwing off your black perriwig, and
riding suit, and you come out an Englishman. No more; he's here.