_Aldo._ Would I were worthy to be a young man, for her sake! She
should eat pearls, if she would have them.

_Limb._ She can digest them, and gold too. Let me tell you, father
Aldo, she has the stomach of an ostrich.

_Aldo._ Daughter Tricksy, a word with you.

_Trick._ I'll hear nothing: I am for a nunnery.

_Aldo._ I never saw a woman, before you, but first or last she would
be brought to reason. Hark you, child, you will scarcely find so kind
a keeper. What if he has some impediment one way? Every body is not a
Hercules. You shall have my son Woodall, to supply his wants; but, as
long as he maintains you, be ruled by him that bears the purse.

LIMBERHAM SINGING.

_I my own jailor was; my only foe,
Who did my liberty forego;
I was a prisoner, because I would be so._

_Aldo._ Why, look you now, son Limberham, is this a song to be sung at
such a time, when I am labouring your reconcilement? Come, daughter
Tricksy, you must be ruled; I'll be the peace-maker.

_Trick._ No, I'm just going.

_Limb._ The devil take me, if I call you back.