_Enter_ LIMBERHAM.

_Limb._ Why, how now, Pug? Nay, I must lay you over the lips, to take
hansel of them, for my welcome.

_Trick._ [_Putting him back._] Foh! how you smell of sweat, dear!

_Limb._ I have put myself into this same unsavoury heat, out of my
violent affection to see thee, Pug. Before George, as father Aldo
says, I could not live without thee; thou art the purest bed-fellow,
though I say it, that I did nothing but dream of thee all night; and
then I was so troublesome to father Aldo, (for you must know he and I
were lodged together) that, in my conscience, I did so kiss him, and
so hug him in my sleep!

_Trick._ I dare be sworn 'twas in your sleep; for, when you are
waking, you are the most honest, quiet bed-fellow, that ever lay by
woman.

_Limb._ Well, Pug, all shall be amended; I am come home on purpose to
pay old debts. But who is that same fellow there? What makes he in our
territories?

_Trick._ You oaf you, do you not perceive it is the Italian seignior,
who is come to sell me essences?

_Limb._ Is this the seignior? I warrant you, it is he the lampoon was
made on. [_Sings the tune of Seignior, and ends with,_ Ho, ho.

_Trick._ Pr'ythee leave thy foppery, that we may have done with him.