SCENE _changes to_ LIMBERHAM'S _apartment._

_Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ TRICKSY.

_Limb._ Nay, but dear sweet honey Pug, forgive me but this once: It
may be any man's case, when his desires are too vehement.

_Trick._ Let me alone; I care not.

_Limb._ But then thou wilt not love me, Pug.

_Aldo._ How now, son Limberham? There's no quarrel towards, I hope.

_Trick._ You had best tell now, and make yourself ridiculous.

_Limb._ She's in passion: Pray do you moderate this matter, father
Aldo.

_Trick._ Father Aldo! I wonder you are not ashamed to call him so; you
may be his father, if the truth were known.

_Aldo._ Before George, I smell a rat, son Limberham. I doubt, I doubt,
here has been some great omission in love affairs.

_Limb._ I think all the stars in heaven have conspired my ruin. I'll
look in my almanack.--As I hope for mercy, 'tis cross day now.

_Trick._ Hang your pitiful excuses. 'Tis well known what offers I have
had, and what fortunes I might have made with others, like a fool as I
was, to throw away my youth and beauty upon you. I could have had a