Noble Sir Martin, the welcomest man alive! let me embrace my friend. _Rose._ How untowardly he returns the salute! Warner will be found out. [_Aside._ _Sir John._ Well, friend! you have obliged me to you eternally. _Sir Mart._ How have I obliged you, sir? I would have you to know I scorn your words; and I would I were hanged if it be not the farthest of my thoughts. _Mill._ O cunning youth, he acts the fool most naturally. Were we alone, how would we laugh together! [_Aside._ _Sir John._ This is a double generosity, to do me favours, and conceal 'em from me; but honest Warner here has told me all. _Sir Mart._ What has the rascal told you? _Sir John._ Your plot to try my mistress for me--you understand me, concerning your appointment. _Warn._ Sir, I desire to speak in private with you. _Sir Mart._ This impertinent rascal! when I am most busy, I am ever troubled with him. _Warn._ But it concerns you I should speak with you, good sir. _Sir Mart._ That's a good one, i'faith; thou knowest breeding well, that I should whisper with a serving-man before company. _Warn._ Remember, sir, last time it had been better---- _Sir Mart._ Peace, or I'll make you feel my double fists; If I don't fright him, the saucy rogue will call me fool before the company. _Mill._ That was acted most naturally again. [_Aside._ _Sir John._ [_To him_.] But what needs this dissembling, since you are resolved to quit my mistress to me? _Sir Mart._ I quit my mistress! that's a good one, i'faith. _Mill._ Tell him you have forsaken me. [_Aside._ _Sir Mart._ I understand you, madam, you would save a quarrel; but, i'faith, I'm not so base: I'll see him hanged first. _Warn._ Madam, my master is convinced, in prudence he should say so: But love o'ermasters him; when you are gone perhaps he may. _Mill._ I'll go then: Gentlemen, your servant; I see my presence brings constraint to the company. [_Exeunt_ MILL. _and_ ROSE. _Sir John._ I'm glad she's gone; now we may talk more freely; for if you have not quitted her, you must. _Warn._ Pray, sir, remember yourself: did not you send me of a message to Sir John, that for his friendship you had left mistress Millisent? _Sir Mart._ Why, what an impudent lying rogue art thou! _Sir John._ How's this! Has Warner cheated me? _Warn._ Do not suspect it in the least: You know, sir, it was not generous, before a lady, to say he quitted her. _Sir John_ O! was that it? _Warn._ That was all: Say yes, good Sir John--or I'll swinge you. [_Aside._ _Sir Mart._ Yes, good Sir John. _Warn._ That's well; once in his life he has heard good counsel.