I must not put it to the trial. Why Judith, come out, come out,
huswife.

_Enter_ JUDITH, _trembling._

What villain have you hid within?

_Jud._ O Lord, madam, what shall I say?

_Mrs Brain._ How should I know what you should say? Mr Brainsick has
heard a man's voice within; if you know what he makes there, confess
the truth; I am almost dead with fear, and he stands shaking.

_Brain._ Terror, I! 'tis indignation shakes me. With this sabre I'll
slice him as small as atoms; he shall be doomed by the judge, and
damned upon the gibbet.

_Jud._ [_Kneeling._] My master's so outrageous! sweet madam, do you
intercede for me, and I'll tell you all in private. [_Whispers._
If I say it is a thief, he'll call up help; I know not what of the
sudden to invent.

_Mrs Brain._ Let me alone.--And is this all? Why would you not confess
it before, Judith? when you know I am an indulgent mistress.
[_Laughs._

_Brain._ What has she confessed?

_Mrs Brain._ A venial love-trespass, dear: 'tis a sweetheart of hers;
one that is to marry her; and she was unwilling I should know it, so