_Mill._ 'Tis a phrase _a-la-mode_, sir; and is used in conversation now, as a whiff of tobacco was formerly in the midst of a discourse for a thinking while. _L. Dupe._ In plain English, _in fine_ is, in the end, sir. _Mood._ But, by coxbones, there is no end on't, methinks: If thou wilt have a foolish word to lard thy lean discourse with, take an English one when thou speakest English! as, so sir, and then sir, and so forth; 'tis a more manly kind of nonsense: And a pox of, _in fine_, for I'll hear no more on't. _Warn._ He's gravelled, and I must help him out. [_Aside_.] Madam, there's a coach at the door, to carry you to the play. _Sir Mart._ Which house do you mean to go to? _Mill._ The Duke's, I think. _Sir Mart._ It is a damn'd play, and has nothing in't. _Mill._ Then let us to the king's. _Sir Mart._ That's e'en as bad. _Warn._ This is past enduring. [_Aside_.] There was an ill play set up, sir, on the posts; but I can assure you the bills are altered since you saw them, and now there are two admirable comedies at both houses. _Mood._ But my daughter loves serious plays. _Warn._ They are tragi-comedies, sir, for both. _Sir Mart._ I have heard her say, she loves none but tragedies. _Mood._ Where have you heard her say so, sir? _Warn._ Sir, you forget yourself; you never saw her in your life before. _Sir Mart._ What, not at Canterbury, in the Cathedral church there? This is the impudentest rascal---- _Warn._ Mum, sir. _Sir Mart._ Ah Lord, what have I done! As I hope to be saved, sir, it was before I was aware; for if ever I set eyes on her before this day, I wish-- _Mood._ This fellow is not so much fool, as he makes one believe he is. _Mill._ I thought he would be discovered for a wit: This 'tis to over-act one's part! [_Aside._ _Mood._ Come away, daughter, I will not trust you in his hands; there's more in it than I imagined. [_Exeunt_ MOODY, MILL. _Lady_ DUPE, _and_ ROSE. _Sir Mart._ Why do you frown upon me so, when you know your looks go to the heart of me? What have I done besides a little _lapsus linguæ_? _Warn._ Why, who says you have done any thing? You, a mere innocent! _Sir Mart._ As the child that's to be born, in my intentions; if I know how I have offended myself any more than----in one word---- _Warn._ But don't follow me, however: I have nothing to say to you. _Sir Mart._ I'll follow you to the world's end, till you forgive me. _Warn._ I am resolved to lead you a dance then. [_Exit running._ _Sir Mart._ The rogue has no mercy in him; but I must mollify him with money. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Enter Lady_ DUPE.