_Sir John._ If you will not, adieu, dear sir; in any thing command me. [_Exit._ _Sir Mart._ Now we are alone: han't I carried matters bravely, sirrah? _Warn._ O yes, yes, you deserve sugar-plums; first for your quarrelling with Sir John; then for discovering your landlord; and, lastly, for refusing to dine with your mistress. All this is since the last reckoning was wiped out. _Sir Mart._ Then why did my landlord disguise himself, to make a fool of us? _Warn._ You have so little brains, that a penny-worth of butter, melted under 'em, would set 'em afloat: He put on that disguise, to rid you of your rival. _Sir Mart._ Why was not I worthy to keep your counsel then? _Warn._ It had been much at one: You would but have drunk the secret down, and pissed it out to the next company. _Sir Mart._ Well, I find I am a miserable man: I have lost my mistress, and may thank myself for it. _Warn._ You'll not confess you are a fool, I warrant. _Sir Mart._ Well, I am a fool, if that will satisfy you: But what am I the nearer, for being one? _Warn._ O yes, much the nearer; for now fortune's bound to provide for you; as hospitals are built for lame people, because they cannot help themselves. Well; I have a project in my pate. _Sir Mart._ Dear rogue, what is't? _Warn._ Excuse me for that: But while 'tis set a working, you would do well to screw yourself into her father's good opinion. _Sir Mart._ If you will not tell me, my mind gives me, I shall discover it again. _Warn._ I'll lay it as far out of your reach as I can possibly. ----For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools. [_Exeunt._ ACT III. SCENE I. _Enter_ ROSE _and_ WARNER _meeting_. _Rose._ Your worship's most happily encountered. _Warn._ Your ladyship's most fortunately met. _Rose._ I was going to your lodging. _Warn._ My business was to yours. _Rose._ I have something to say to you that---- _Warn._ I have that to tell you---- _Rose._ Understand then---- _Warn._ If you'll hear me---- _Rose._ I believe that---- _Warn._ I am of opinion, that---- _Rose._ Pry'thee hold thy peace a little, till I have done. _Warn._ Cry you mercy, Mrs Rose; I'll not dispute your ancient privilege of talking. _Rose._ My mistress, knowing Sir John was to be abroad upon business this afternoon, has asked leave to see a play: And Sir John has so great a confidence of your master, that he will trust no body with her, but him. _Warn._ If my master gets her out, I warrant her, he shall shew her a better play than any is at either of the houses--here they are: I'll run and prepare him to wait upon her. [_Exit._ _Enter old_ MOODY, _Mrs_ MILLISENT, _and Lady_ DUPE. _Mill._ My hoods and scarfs there, quickly. _L. Dupe._ Send to call a coach there.