_Wood._ Mr who, sir?

_Aldo._ Nay, you shall excuse me for that; but we are intimate: his
name begins with some vowel or consonant, no matter which: Well, her
father gave me this very numerical letter, subscribed, for Mr.
Woodall.

_Limb._ Before George, and so it is.

_Aldo._ Carry me this letter, quoth he, to your son Woodall; 'tis from
my daughter such a one, and then whispered me her name.

_Wood._ Let me see; I'll read it once again.

_Limb._ What, are you not acquainted with the contents of it?

_Wood._ O, your true lover will read you over a letter from his
mistress, a thousand times.

_Trick._ Ay, two thousand, if he be in the humour.

_Wood._ Two thousand! then it must be hers. [_Reads to himself._]
"Away to your chamber immediately, and I'll give my fool the
slip."--The fool! that may be either the keeper, or the husband; but
commonly the keeper is the greater. Humh! without subscription! it
must be Tricksy.--Father Aldo, pr'ythee rid me of this coxcomb.

_Aldo._ Come, son Limberham, we let our friend Brainsick walk too long
alone: Shall we follow him? we must make haste; for I expect a whole
bevy of whores, a chamber-full of temptation this afternoon: 'tis my