_Sir John._ 'Tis no matter, though the old man be suspicious; I knew the story all beforehand; and since then you have fully satisfied me of your true friendship to me.--Where are the writings? [_To_ ROSE. _Rose._ Sir, I beg your pardon; I thought I had put them up amongst my lady's things, and it seems, in my haste, I quite forgot them, and left them at Canterbury. _Sir John._ This is horribly unlucky! where do you think you left them? _Rose._ Upon the great box in my lady's chamber; they are safe enough, I'm sure. _Sir John._ It must be so--I must take post immediately: Madam, for some few days I must be absent; and to confirm you, friend, how much I trust you, I leave the dearest pledge I have on earth, my mistress, to your care. _Mill._ If you loved me, you would not take all occasions to leave me thus. _Warn._ [_Aside_.] Do, go to Kent, and when you come again, here they are ready for you. [_Shews the paper._ _Sir Mart._ What's that you have in your hand there, sirrah? _Warn._ Pox, what ill luck was this! what shall I say? _Sir Mart._ Sometimes you have tongue enough; what, are you silent? _Warn._ 'Tis an account, sir, of what money you have lost since you came to town. _Sir Mart._ I am very glad on't: Now I'll make you all see the severity of my fortune----give me the paper. _Warn._ Heaven! what does he mean to do? It is not fair writ out, sir. _Sir John._ Besides, I am in haste; another time, sir---- _Sir Mart._ Pray, oblige me, sir; 'tis but one minute: All people love to be pitied in their misfortunes, and so do I: will you produce it, sirrah? _Warn._ Dear master! _Sir Mart._ Dear rascal! am I master, or you, you rogue? _Warn._ Hold yet, sir, and let me read it: You cannot read my hand. _Sir Mart._ This is ever his way to be disparaging me; but I'll let you see, sirrah, that I can read your hand better than you yourself can. _Warn._ You'll repent it; there's a trick in't, sir. _Sir Mart._ Is there so, sirrah? but I'll bring you out of all your tricks with a vengeance to you----[_Reads_.] How now! What's this? A true particular of the estate of Sir John Swallow, knight, lying and situate in, &c. _Sir John._ This is the very paper I had lost: I'm very glad on't; [_Takes the paper_.] it has saved me a most unwelcome journey--but I will not thank you for the courtesy, which now I find you never did intend me--this is confederacy, I smoke it now--come, madam, let me wait on you to your father. _Mill._ Well, of a witty man, this was the foolishest part that ever I beheld. [_Exeunt Sir_ JOHN, MILLISENT, _and_ ROSE. _Sir Mart._ I am a fool, I must confess it; and I am the most miserable one without thy help--but yet it was such a mistake as any man might have made. _Warn._ No doubt of it. _Sir Mart._ Pr'ythee chide me! this indifference of thine wounds me to the heart.