a nest of unclean birds here.

_Limb._ You had best peach now, and make her house be thought a
bawdy-house!

_Trick._ No, no: While you are in it, you will secure it from that
scandal.--Hark hither, Mrs Saintly. [_Whispers._]

_Limb._ Do, tell, tell, no matter for that.

_Saint._ Who would have imagined you had been such a kind of man, Mr
Limberham! O heaven, O heaven! [_Exit._

_Limb._ So, now you have spit your venom, and the storm's over.

_Aldo._ [_Crying._] That I should ever live to see this day!

_Trick._ To show I can live honest, in spite of all mankind, I'll go
into a nunnery, and that is my resolution.

_Limb._ Do not hinder her, good father Aldo; I am sure she will come
back from France, before she gets half way over to Calais.

_Aldo._ Nay, but son Limberham, this must not be. A word in
private;--you will never get such another woman, for love nor money.
Do but look upon her; she is a mistress for an emperor.

_Limb._ Let her be a mistress for a pope, like a whore of Babylon, as
she is.