_Lord._ What if you should propose mistress Christian as a wife to your master? You know he's never like to compass t'other. _Warn._ I cannot tell that, my lord. _Lord._ Five hundred pounds are yours at the day of marriage. _Warn._ Five hundred pounds! 'tis true, the temptation is very sweet and powerful; the devil, I confess, has done his part, and many a good murder and treason have been committed at a cheaper rate; but yet---- _Lord._ What yet? _Warn._ To confess the truth, I am resolved to bestow my master upon that other lady (as difficult as your lordship thinks it), for the honour of my wit is engaged in it: Will it not be the same to your lordship, were she married to any other? _Lord._ The very same. _Warn._ Come, my lord, not to dissemble with you any longer, I know where it is that your shoe wrings you: I have observed something in the house, betwixt some parties that shall be nameless: And know, that you have been taking up linen at a much dearer rate, than you might have had it in any draper's in town. _Lord._ I see I have not danced in a net before you. _Warn._ As for that old lady, whom hell confound, she is the greatest jilt in nature; cheat is her study; all her joy to cozen; she loves nothing but herself; and draws all lines to that corrupted centre. _Lord._ I have found her out, though late: First, I'll undertake I ne'er enjoyed her niece under the rate of five hundred pounds a-time; never was woman's flesh held up so high: Every night I find out for a new maidenhead, and she has sold it me as often as ever Mother Temple, Bennet, or Gifford, have put off boiled capons for quails and partridges. _Warn._ This is nothing to what bills you'll have when she's brought to bed, after her hard bargain, as they call it; then crammed capons, pea-hens, chickens in the grease, pottages, and fricasees, wine from Shatling, and La-fronds, with New River, clearer by sixpence the pound than ever God Almighty made it; then midwife--dry nurse--wet nurse--and all the rest of their accomplices, with cradle, baby-clouts, and bearing-clothes--possets, caudles, broths, jellies, and gravies; and behind all these, glisters, suppositers, and a barbarous apothecary's bill, more inhuman than a tailor's. _Lord._ I sweat to think on't. _Warn._ Well, my lord, cheer up! I have found a way to rid you of it all; within a short time you shall know more; yonder appears a young lady, whom I must needs speak with; please you go in, and prepare the old lady and your mistress. _Lord._ Good luck, and five hundred pounds attend thee. [_Exit._ _Enter_ MILLISENT _and_ ROSE _above_. _Mill._ I am resolved I'll never marry him. _Rose._ So far you are right, madam. _Mill._ But how to hinder it, I cannot possibly tell; for my father presses me to it, and will take no denial: Would I knew some way! _Warn._ Madam, I'll teach you the very nearest, for I have just now found it out.