again, I would as soon be the elephant, as a wit; he's less a monster
in this age of malice. I could burn my sonnet, out of rage.

_Limb._ You may use your pleasure with your own.

_Wood._ His friends would not suffer him: Virgil was not permitted to
burn his Æneids.

_Brain._ Dear sir, I'll not die ungrateful for your approbation.
[_Aside to_ WOOD.] You see this fellow? he is an ass already; he has a
handsome mistress, and you shall make an ox of him ere long.

_Wood._ Say no more, it shall be done.

_Limb._ Hark you, Mr Woodall; this fool Brainsick grows insupportable;
he's a public nuisance; but I scorn to set my wit against him: he has
a pretty wife: I say no more; but if you do not graff him--

_Wood._ A word to the wise: I shall consider him, for your sake.

_Limb._ Pray do, sir: consider him much.

_Wood._ Much is the word.--This feud makes well for me. [_Aside._

_Brain._ [_To_ WOOD.] I'll give you the opportunity, and rid you of
him.--Come away, little Limberham; you, and I, and father Aldo, will
take a turn together in the square.

_Aldo._ We will follow you immediately.