lottery.

_Wood._ Ladies, I am sorry this should happen to you for my sake: She
is in a raging fit, you see; 'tis best withdrawing, till the spirit of
prophecy has left her.

_Trick._ I'll take shelter in my chamber,--whither, I hope, he'll have
the grace to follow me. [_Aside._

_Mrs Brain._ And now I think on't, I have some letters to dispatch.
[_Exit_ TRICK. _and_ MRS BRAIN. _severally._

_Pleas._ Now, good John among the maids, how mean you to bestow your
time? Away to your study, I advise you; invoke your muses, and make
madrigals upon absence.

_Wood._ I would go to China, or Japan, to be rid of that impetuous
clack of yours. Farewell, thou legion of tongues in one woman!

_Pleas._ Will you not stay, sir? it may be I have a little business
with you.

_Wood._ Yes, the second part of the same tune! Strike by yourself,
sweet larum; you're true bell-metal I warrant you. [_Exit._

_Pleas._ This spitefulness of mine will be my ruin: To rail them off,
was well enough; but to talk him away, too! O tongue, tongue, thou
wert given for a curse to all our sex!

_Enter_ JUDITH.