_Mrs Brain._ He blunders; I must help him. [_Aside._] I warrant 'twas
before marriage, that you were so great.

_Aldo._ Before George, and so it was: for she had the prettiest black
mole upon her left ancle, it does me good to think on't! His father
was squire What-d'ye-call-him, of what-d'ye-call-em shire. What think
you, little Judith? do I know him now?

_Jud._ I suppose you may be mistaken: my servant's father is a knight
of Hampshire.

_Aldo._ I meant of Hampshire. But that I should forget he was a
knight, when I got him knighted, at the king's coming in! Two fat
bucks, I am sure he sent me.

_Brain._ And what's his name?

_Aldo._ Nay, for that, you must excuse me; I must not disclose little
Judith's secrets.

_Mrs Brain._ All this while the poor gentleman is left in pain: we
must let him out in secret; for I believe the young fellow is so
bashful, he would not willingly be seen.

_Jud._ The best way will be, for father Aldo to lend me the key of his
door, which opens into my chamber; and so I can convey him out.

_Aldo._ [_Giving her a key._] Do so, daughter. Not a word of my
familiarity with his mother, to prevent bloodshed betwixt us: but I