Pleasance; get quickly into it, and I will lock you up: there's
nothing in't but clothes of Limberham's, and a box of writings.

_Wood._ I shall be smothered.

_Trick._ Make haste, for heaven's sake; they'll quickly be gone, and
then--

_Wood._ That _then_ will make a man venture any thing.
[_He goes in, and she locks the chest._

_Enter_ LIMBERHAM _and_ ALDO.

_Limb._ Dost thou not wonder to see me come again so quickly, Pug?

_Trick._ No, I am prepared for any foolish freak of yours: I knew you
would have a qualm, when you came to settlement.

_Limb._ Your settlement depends most absolutely on that chest.

_Trick._ Father Aldo, a word with you, for heaven's sake.

_Aldo._ No, no, I'll not whisper. Do not stand in your own light, but
produce the keys, daughter.

_Limb._ Be not musty, my pretty St Peter, but produce the keys. I must
have the writings out, that concern thy settlement.

_Trick._ Now I see you are so reasonable, I'll show you I dare trust
your honesty; the settlement shall be deferred till another day.