_Rose._ Are you there, Mr Littleplot? _Warn._ Studying to deserve thee, Rose, by my diligence for thy lady; I stand here, methinks, just like a wooden Mercury, to point her out the way to matrimony. _Rose._ Or, serving-man like, ready to carry up the hot meat for your master, and then to fall upon the cold yourself. _Warn._ I know not what you call the cold, but I believe I shall find warm work on't: In the first place, then, I must acquaint you, that I have seemingly put off my master, and entered myself into Sir John's service. _Mill._ Most excellent! _Warn._ And thereupon, but base---- _Enter_ MOODY. _Mill._ Something he would tell us; but see what luck's here! _Mood._ How now, sirrah? Are you so great there already? _Mill._ I find my father's jealous of him still. _Warn._ Sir, I was only teaching my young lady a new song, and if you please you shall hear it. SINGS. _Make ready, fair lady, to-night, And stand at the door below; For I will be there, To receive you with care, And to your true love you shall go._ _Mood._ Ods bobs, this is very pretty. _Mill._ Ay, so is the lady's answer too, if I could but hit on't. SINGS. _And when the stars twinkle so bright, Then down to the door will I creep; To my love will I fly, E'er the jealous can spy, And leave my old daddy asleep._ _Mood._ Bodikins, I like not that so well, to cozen her old father: it may be my own case another time. _Rose._ Oh, madam! yonder's your persecutor returned. _Enter Sir_ JOHN. _Mill._ I'll into my chamber, to avoid the sight of him as long as I can. Lord! that my old doating father should throw me away upon such an _ignoramus_, and deny me to such a wit as Sir Martin. [_Exeunt_ MILL. _and_ ROSE _from above_. _Mood._ O, son! here has been the most villainous tragedy against you. _Sir John._ What tragedy? Has there been any blood shed since I went? _Mood._ No blood shed: but, as I told you, a most damnable tragedy. _Warn._ A tragedy! I'll be hanged if he does not mean a stratagem. _Mood._ Jack sauce! if I say it is a tragedy, it shall be a tragedy, in spite of you; teach your grandam how to piss. What! I hope I am old enough to spout English with you, sir. _Sir John._ But what was the reason you came not after me? _Mood._ 'Twas well I did not; I'll promise you, there were those would have made bold with mistress Bride; and if she had stirred out of doors, there were whipsters abroad, i'faith, padders of maidenheads, that would have trussed her up, and picked the lock of her affections, ere a man could have said, what's this? But, by good luck, I had warning of it by a friend's letter. _Sir John._ The remedy for all such dangers is easy; you may send for a parson, and have the business despatched at home.