_Wood._ Nay, since you are so revengeful, you shall suffer your part
of the disgrace; if you testify against me for adultery, I shall
testify against you for theft: There's an eighth for your seventh.
[_Noise._

_Saint._ Verily, they are approaching: Return to my embraces, and it
shall be forgiven thee.

_Wood._ Thank you, for your own sake. Hark! they are coming! cry thief
again, and help to save all yet.

_Saint._ Stop thief, stop thief!

_Wood._ Thank you for your own sake; but I fear 'tis too late.

_Enter_ TRICKSY _and_ LIMBERHAM.

_Trick._ [_Entering._] The chest open, and Woodall discovered! I am
ruined.

_Limb._ Why all this shrieking, Mrs Saintly?

_Wood._ [_Rushing him down._] Stop thief, stop thief! cry you mercy,
gentleman, if I have hurt you.

_Limb._ [_Rising._] 'Tis a fine time to cry a man mercy, when you have
beaten his wind out of his body.

_Saint._ As I watched the chest, behold a vision rushed out of it, on