_Wood._ You must pardon me, sir, if I do not much relish the close of
your compliment.

_Trick._ Their eyes are nothing like:--you'll have a quarrel.

_Limb._ Not very like, I confess.

_Trick._ Their nose and mouth are quite different.

_Limb._ As Pug says, they are quite different, indeed; but I durst
have sworn it had been he; and, therefore, once again, I demand your
_pardono_.

_Trick._ Come, let us go down; by this time Gervase has brought the
smith, and then Mrs Pleasance may have her chest. Please you, sir, to
bear us company.

_Wood._ At your service, madam.

_Limb._ Pray lead the way, sir.

_Wood._ 'Tis against my will, sir; but I must leave you in possession.
[_Exeunt._


ACT III.--SCENE I.

_Enter_ SAINTLY _and_ PLEASANCE.