_Trick._ [_Kissing him._] You see what a good natured fool I am, Mr
Limberham, to come back into a wicked world, for love of you.--You
will see the writings drawn, father?

_Aldo._ Ay; and pay the lawyer too. Why, this is as it should be! I'll
be at the charge of the reconciling supper.--[_To her aside._]
Daughter, my son Woodall is waiting for you.--Come away, son Limberham
to the temple.

_Limb._ With all my heart, while she is in a good humour: It would
cost me another hundred, if I should stay till Pug were in wrath
again. Adieu, sweet Pug.--[_Exeunt_ ALDO, _and_ LIMB.]

_Trick._ That he should be so silly to imagine I would go into a
nunnery! it is likely; I have much nun's flesh about me. But here
comes my gentleman.

_Enter_ WOODALL, _not seeing her._

_Wood._ Now the wife's returned, and the daughter too, and I have seen
them both, and am more distracted than before: I would enjoy all, and
have not yet determined with which I should begin. It is but a kind of
clergy-covetousness in me, to desire so many; if I stand gaping after
pluralities, one of them is in danger to be made a _sine cure_--[_Sees
her._] O, fortune has determined for me. It is just here, as it is in
the world; the mistress will be served before the wife.

_Trick._ How now, sir, are you rehearsing your _lingua Franca_ by
yourself, that you walk so pensively?