come.

_Trick._ But my reputation!

_Wood._ Nay, that's no argument, if I should be so base to tell; for
women get good fortunes now-a-days, by losing their credit, as a
cunning citizen does by breaking.

_Trick._ But, I'm so shame-faced! Well, I'll go in, and hide my
blushes. [_Exit._

_Wood._ I'll not be long after you; for I think I have hidden my
blushes where I shall never find them.

_Re-enter_ TRICKSY.

_Trick._ As I live, Mr Limberham and father Aldo are just returned; I
saw them entering. My settlement will miscarry, if you are found here:
What shall we do?

_Wood._ Go you into your bed-chamber, and leave me to my fortune.

_Trick._ That you should be so dull! their suspicion will be as strong
still: for what should make you here?

_Wood._ The curse on't is too, I bid my man tell the family I was gone
abroad; so that, if I am seen, you are infallibly discovered.
[_Noise._

_Trick._ Hark, I hear them! Here's a chest which I borrowed of Mrs