Hark, what noise is that within, about Judith's bed?

_Mrs Brain._ I believe, dear, she's making it.--Would the fool would
go! [_Aside._

_Brain._ Hark, again!

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside_] I have a dismal apprehension in my head, that
he's giving my maid a cast of his office, in my stead. O, how it
stings me! [WOODALL _sneezes._

_Brain._ I'll enter, and find the reason of this tumult.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Holding him._] Not for the world: there may be a thief
there; and should I put 'nown dear in danger of his life?--What shall
I do? betwixt the jealousy of my love, and fear of this fool, I am
distracted: I must not venture them together, whatever comes on it.
[_Aside._] Why Judith, I say! come forth, damsel.

_Wood_. [_Within._] The danger's over; I may come out safely.

_Jud._ [_Within._] Are you mad? you shall not.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside._] So, now I'm ruined unavoidably.

_Brain._ Whoever thou art, I have pronounced thy doom; the dreadful
Brainsick bares his brawny arm in tearing terror; kneeling queens in
vain should beg thy being.--Sa, sa, there.

_Mrs Brain._ [_Aside._] Though I believe he dares not venture in, yet