_Trick._ Look to it; we shall expect them.--Now to put in my
_billet-doux!_

_Mrs Brain._ So, now, I have the opportunity to thrust in my note.

_Trick._ Here, sir, take your glove again; the perfume's too strong
for me.

_Mrs Brain._ Pray take the other to it; though I should have kept it
for a pawn. [Mrs BRAINSICK'S _note falls out,_ LIMB. _takes it up._

_Limb._ What have we here? [_Reads._] for Mr Woodall!

_Both Women._ Hold, hold, Mr Limberham! [_They snatch it._

_Aldo._ Before George, son Limberham, you shall read it.

_Wood._ By your favour, sir, but he must not.

_Trick._ He'll know my hand, and I am ruined!

_Mrs Brain._ Oh, my misfortune! Mr Woodall, will you suffer your
secrets to be discovered!

_Wood._ It belongs to one of them, that's certain.--Mr Limberham, I
must desire you to restore this letter; it is from my mistress.

_Trick._ The devil's in him; will he confess?

_Wood._ This paper was sent me from her this morning; and I was so