_L. Dupe._ I'm glad on't; it shewed the girl had some religion in her; all my precepts were not in vain: But you men are strange tempters; good my lord, where was this wicked act, then, first committed? _Lord._ In an out-room, upon a trunk. _L. Dupe._ Poor heart, what shifts love makes! Oh, she does love you dearly, though to her ruin! And then, what place, my lord? _Lord._ An old waste room, with a decayed bed in't. _L. Dupe._ Out upon that dark room for deeds of darkness! and that rotten bed! I wonder it did hold your lordship's vigour: But you dealt gently with the girl. Well, you shall see I love you: For I will manage this business to both your advantages, by the assistance of heaven I will; good my lord, help, lead me out. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ WARNER _and_ ROSE. _Rose._ A mischief upon all fools! do you think your master has not done wisely? First to mistake our old man's humour; then to dispraise the plays; and, lastly, to discover his acquaintance with my mistress: My old master has taken such a jealousy of him, that he will never admit him into his sight again. _Warn._ Thou makest thyself a greater fool than he, by being angry at what he cannot help. I have been angry with him too; but these friends have taken up the quarrel. [_Shews gold_.] Look you, he has sent these mediators to mitigate your wrath: Here are twenty of them have made a long voyage from Guinea to kiss your hands: And when the match is made, there are an hundred more in readiness to be your humble servants. _Rose._ Rather than fall out with you, I'll take them; but I confess, it troubles me to see so loyal a lover have the heart of an emperor, and yet scarce the brains of a cobler. _Warn._ Well, what device can we two beget betwixt us, to separate Sir John Swallow and thy mistress? _Rose._ I cannot on the sudden tell; but I hate him worse than foul weather without a coach. _Warn._ Then I'll see if my project be luckier than thine. Where are the papers concerning the jointure I have heard you speak of? _Rose._ They lie within, in three great bags; some twenty reams of paper in each bundle, with six lines in a sheet: But there is a little paper where all the business lies. _Warn._ Where is it? Canst thou help me to it? _Rose._ By good chance he gave it to my custody, before he set out for London. You came in good time; here it is, I was carrying it to him; just now he sent for it. _Warn._ So, this I will secure in my pocket; when thou art asked for it, make two or three bad faces, and say it was left behind: By this means, he must of necessity leave the town, to see for it in Kent. _Enter Sir_ JOHN, _Sir_ MARTIN, _and Mrs_ MILLISENT.