_Warn._ I care not. _Sir Mart._ Wilt thou not help me for this once? _Warn._ Sir, I kiss your hands, I have other business. _Sir Mart._ Dear Warner! _Warn._ I am inflexible. _Sir Mart._ Then I am resolved I'll kill myself. _Warn._ You are master of your own body. _Sir Mart._ Will you let me damn my soul? _Warn._ At your pleasure, as the devil and you can agree about it. _Sir Mart._ D'ye see, the point's ready? Will you do nothing to save my life? _Warn._ Not in the least. _Sir Mart._ Farewell, hard-hearted Warner. _Warn._ Adieu, soft-headed Sir Martin. _Sir Mart._ Is it possible? _Warn._ Why don't you despatch, sir? why all these preambles? _Sir Mart._ I'll see thee hanged first: I know thou wouldst have me killed, to get my clothes. _Warn._ I knew it was but a copy of your countenance; people in this age are not so apt to kill themselves. _Sir Mart._ Here are yet ten pieces in my pocket; take 'em, and let's be friends. _Warn._ You know the easiness of my nature, and that makes you work upon it so. Well, sir, for this once I cast an eye of pity on you; but I must have ten more in hand, before I can stir a foot. _Sir Mart._ As I am a true gamester, I have lost all but these; but if thou'lt lend me them, I'll give 'em thee again. _Warn._ I'll rather trust you till to-morrow; Once more look up, I bid you hope the best. Why should your folly make your love miscarry, Since men first play the fools, and then they marry? [_Exeunt._ ACT IV. SCENE I. _Enter Sir_ MARTIN MAR-ALL _and_ WARNER. _Sir Mart._ But are they to be married this day in private, say you? _Warn._ 'Tis so concluded, sir, I dare assure you. _Sir Mart._ But why so soon, and in private? _Warn._ So soon, to prevent the designs upon her; and in private, to save the effusion of Christian money. _Sir Mart._ It strikes to my heart already; in fine, I am a dead man. Warner-- _Warn._ Well, go your ways, I'll try what may be done. Look if he will stir now; your rival and the old man will see us together; we are just below the window. _Sir Mart._ Thou canst not do it. _Warn._ On the peril of my twenty pieces be it. _Sir Mart._ But I have found a way to help thee out; trust to my wit but once. _Warn._ Name your wit, or think you have the least grain of wit but once more, and I'll lay it down for ever. _Sir Mart._ You are a saucy, masterly companion; and so I leave you. [_Exit._ _Warn._ Help, help, good people! Murder, Murder! _Enter Sir_ JOHN _and_ MOODY. _Sir John and Mood._ How now, what's the matter? _Warn._ I am abused, I am beaten, I am lamed for ever. _Mood._ Who has used thee so? _Warn._ The rogue, my master. _Sir John._ What was the offence? _Warn._ A trifle, just nothing. _Sir John._ That's very strange.