prisoner.

_Trick._ After a quarter of an hour, I suppose, I shall have my
liberty upon easy terms. But pray let us parley a little first.

_Wood._ Let it be upon the bed then. Please you to sit?

_Trick._ No matter where; I am never the nearer to your wicked
purpose. But you men are commonly great comedians in love-matters;
therefore you must swear, in the first place--

_Wood._ Nay, no conditions: The fortress is reduced to extremity; and
you must yield upon discretion, or I storm.

_Trick._ Never to love any other woman.

_Wood._ I kiss the book upon it. [_Kisses her. Mrs_ BRAIN. _pinches
him from underneath the Bed._] Oh, are you at your love-tricks
already? If you pinch me thus, I shall bite your lip.

_Trick._ I did not pinch you: But you are apt, I see, to take any
occasion of gathering up more close to me.--Next, you shall not so
much as look on Mrs Brainsick.

_Wood._ Have you done? these covenants are so tedious!

_Trick._ Nay, but swear then.

_Wood._ I do promise, I do swear, I do any thing. [_Mrs_ BRAIN. _runs
a pin into him._] Oh, the devil! what do you mean to run pins into me?