_Trick._ And his dam take me, if I return, except you do.

_Aldo._ So, now you will part, for a mere punctilio! Turn to him,
daughter: Speak to her, son: Why should you be so refractory both, to
bring my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave?

_Limb._ I'll not be forsworn, I swore first;

_Trick._ Thou art a forsworn man, however; for thou sworest to love me
eternally.

_Limb._ Yes, I was such a fool, to swear so.

_Aldo._ And will you have that dreadful oath lie gnawing on your
conscience?

_Trick._ Let him be damned; and so farewell for ever.--[_Going._]

_Limb._ Pug!

_Trick._ Did you call, Mr Limberham?

_Limb._ It may be, ay; it may be, no.

_Trick._ Well, I am going to the nunnery; but, to shew I am in
charity, I'll pray for you.

_Aldo._ Pray for him! fy, daughter, fy; is that an answer for a
Christian?