_Sir Mart._ Heigh, heigh, what makes my landlord here? He has put on a fool's coat, I think, to make us laugh. _Warn._ The devil's in him, he's at it again; his folly's like a sore in a surfeited horse; cure it in one place, and it breaks out in another. _Sir Mart._ Honest landlord, i'faith, and what makes you here? _Sir John._ Are you acquainted with this honest man? _Land._ Take heed what you say, sir. [_To Sir_ MART. _softly_. _Sir Mart._ Take heed what you say, sir! Why? who should I be afraid of? of you, sir? I say, sir, I know him, sir; and I have reason to know him, sir; for I am sure I lodge in his house, sir--nay, never think to terrify me, sir; 'tis my landlord here in Charles-street, sir. _Land._ Now I expect to be paid for the news I brought him. _Sir John._ Sirrah, did not you tell me that my father-- _Land._ Is in very good health, for aught I know, sir; I beseech you to trouble yourself no farther concerning him. _Sir John._ Who set you on to tell this lie? _Sir Mart._ Ay, who set you on, sirrah? This was a rogue that would cozen us both; he thought I did not know him: Down on your marrowbones, and confess the truth: Have you no tongue, you rascal? _Sir John._ Sure 'tis some silenced minister: He grows so fat he cannot speak. _Land._ Why, sir, if you would know, 'twas for your sake I did it. _Warn._ For my master's sake! why, you impudent varlet, do you think to 'scape us with a lye? _Sir John._ How was it for his sake? _Warn._ 'Twas for his own, sir; he heard you were the occasion the lady lodged not at his house, and so he invented this lie; partly to revenge himself of you; and partly, I believe, in hope to get her once again when you were gone. _Sir John._ Fetch me a cudgel, pr'ythee. _Land._ O good sir! if you beat me, I shall run into oil immediately. _Warn._ Hang him, rogue; he's below your anger: I'll maul him for you--the rogue's so big, I think 'twill ask two days to beat him all over. [_Beats him._ _Land._ O rogue! O villain, Warner! bid him hold, and I'll confess, sir. _Warn._ Get you gone without replying: must such as you be prating? [_Beats him out._ _Enter_ ROSE. _Rose._ Sir, dinner waits you on the table. _Sir John._ Friend, will you go along, and take part of a bad repast? _Sir Mart._ Thank you; but I am just risen from table. _Warn._ Now he might sit with his mistress, and has not the wit to find it out. _Sir John._ You shall be very welcome. _Sir Mart._ I have no stomach, sir. _Warn._ Get you in with a vengeance: You have a better stomach than you think you have. [_Pushes him._ _Sir Mart._ This hungry Diego rogue would shame me; he thinks a gentleman can eat like a serving-man.