the sudden; and I lifted up my voice, and shrieked.

_Limb._ A vision, landlady! what, have we Gog and Magog in our
chamber?

_Trick._ A thief, I warrant you, who had gotten into the chest.

_Wood._ Most certainly a thief; for, hearing my landlady cry out, I
flew from my chamber to her help, and met him running down stairs, and
then he turned back to the balcony, and leapt into the street.

_Limb._ I thought, indeed, that something held down the chest, when I
would have opened it:--But my writings are there still, that's one
comfort.--Oh seignioro, are you here?

_Wood._ Do you speak to me, sir?

_Saint._ This is Mr Woodall, your new fellow-lodger.

_Limb._ Cry you mercy, sir; I durst have sworn you could have spoken
_lingua Franca_--I thought, in my conscience, Pug, this had been thy
Italian _merchanto_.

_Wood._ Sir, I see you mistake me for some other: I should be happy to
be better known to you.

_Limb._ Sir, I beg your pardon, with all my _hearto_. Before George, I
was caught again there! But you are so very like a paltry fellow, who
came to sell Pug essences this morning, that one would swear those
eyes, and that nose and mouth, belonged to that rascal.