_Rose._ Indeed he has a rare way of acting a fool, and does it so naturally, it can be scarce distinguished. _Mill._ Nay, he has wit enough, that's certain. _Rose._ How blind love is! _Enter_ WARNER. _Mill._ How now, what's his business? I wonder, after such a crime, if his master has the face to send him to me. _Rose._ How durst you venture hither? If either Sir John or my old master see you!-- _Warn._ Pish! they are both gone out. _Rose._ They went but to the next street; ten to one but they return and catch you here. _Warn._ Twenty to one I am gone before, and save them a labour. _Mill._ What says that fellow to you? What business can he have here? _Warn._ Lord, that your ladyship should ask that question, knowing whom I serve! _Mill._ I'll hear nothing from your master. _Warn._ Never breathe, but this anger becomes your ladyship most admirably; but though you'll hear nothing from him, I hope I may speak a word or two to you from myself, madam. _Rose._ 'Twas a sweet prank your master played us: A lady's well helped up, that trusts her honour in such a person's hands: To tell also,----and to his rival too. Excuse him if thou canst. [_Aside._ _Warn._ How the devil should I excuse him? Thou know'st he is the greatest fop in nature. [_Aside to_ ROSE. _Rose._ But my lady does not know it; if she did-- _Mill._ I'll have no whispering. _Warn._ Alas, madam, I have not the confidence to speak out, unless you can take mercy on me. _Mill._ For what? _Warn._ For telling Sir John you loved my master, madam. But sure I little thought he was his rival. _Rose._ The witty rogue has taken it on himself. [_Aside._ _Mill._ Your master then is innocent? _Warn._ Why, could your ladyship suspect him guilty? Pray tell me, do you think him ungrateful, or a fool? _Mill._ I think him neither. _Warn._ Take it from me, you see not the depth of him. But when he knows what thoughts you harbour of him, as I am faithful, and must tell him, I wish he does not take some pet, and leave you. _Mill._ Thou art not mad, I hope, to tell him on't; if thou dost, I'll be sworn, I'll forswear it to him. _Warn._ Upon condition then you'll pardon me, I'll see what I can do to hold my tongue. _Mill._ This evening, in St James's Park, I'll meet him. [_Knock within._ _Warn._ He shall not fail you, madam. _Rose._ Somebody knocks--Oh, madam, what shall we do! 'Tis Sir John, I hear his voice. _Warn._ What will become of me? _Mill._ Step quickly behind that door. [WARNER _goes out_. _To them Sir_ JOHN. _Mill._ You've made a quick despatch, sir. _Sir John._ We have done nothing, madam; our man of law was not within--but I must look for some writings.