_Wood._ Uds-niggers, I confess, is a very dreadful oath. You could lie
naturally before, as you are a fanatic; if you can swear such rappers
too, there is hope of you; you may be a woman of the world in time.
Well, you shall be satisfied, to the utmost farthing, to-night, and in
your own chamber.

_Saint._ Or, expect to-morrow--

_Wood._ All shall be atoned ere then. Go, provide the bottle of clary,
the Westphalia ham, and other fortifications of nature; we shall see
what may be done. What! an old woman must not be cast away.
[_Chucks her._

_Saint._ Then, verily, I am appeased.

_Wood._ Nay, no relapsing into verily; that is in our bargain. Look
how she weeps for joy! It is a good old soul, I warrant her.

_Saint._ You will not fail?

_Wood._ Dost thou think I have no compassion for thy gray hairs? Away,
away; our love may be discovered: We must avoid scandal; it is thy own
maxim. [_Exit_ SAINTLY.
They are all now at ombre; and Brainsick's maid has promised to send
her mistress up.

_Enter_ PLEASANCE.

That fury here again!