_Knocking again. She opens: Enter_ BRAINSICK.

_Brain._ What's the matter, gentlewoman? Am I excluded from my own
fortress; and by the way of barricado? Am I to dance attendance at the
door, as if I were some base plebeian groom? I'll have you know, that,
when my foot assaults, the lightning and the thunder are not so
terrible as the strokes: brazen gates shall tremble, and bolts of
adamant dismount from off their hinges, to admit me.

_Mrs Brain._ Who would have thought, that 'nown dear would have come
so soon? I was even lying down on my bed, and dreaming of him. Tum a'
me, and buss, poor dear; piddee buss.

_Brain._ I nauseate these foolish feats of love.

_Mrs Brain._ Nay, but why should he be so fretful now? and knows I
dote on him? to leave a poor dear so long without him, and then come
home in an angry humour! indeed I'll ky.

_Brain._ Pr'ythee, leave thy fulsome fondness; I have surfeited on
conjugal embraces.

_Mrs Brain._ I thought so: some light huswife has bewitched him from
me: I was a little fool, so I was, to leave a dear behind at Barnet,
when I knew the women would run mad for him.

_Brain._ I have a luscious air forming, like a Pallas, in my
brain-pain: and now thou com'st across my fancy, to disturb the rich
ideas, with the yellow jaundice of thy jealousy. [_Noise within._