_Sir Mart._ Why, this is ever the fate of ingenious men; nothing thrives they take in hand. _Enter_ ROSE. _Rose._ Sir Martin, you have done your business with my lady, she'll never look upon you more; she says, she's so well satisfied of your wit and courage, that she will not put you to any further trial. _Sir Mart._ Warner, is there no hopes, Warner? _Warn._ None that I know. _Sir Mart._ Let's have but one civil plot more before we part. _Warn._ 'Tis to no purpose. _Rose._ Yet, if he had some golden friends, that would engage for him the next time---- _Sir Mart._ Here's a Jacobus and a Carolus will enter into bonds for me. _Rose._ I'll take their royal words for once. [_She fetches two disguises._ _Warn._ The meaning of this, dear Rose? _Rose._ 'Tis in pursuance of thy own invention, Warner; a child which thy wit hath begot upon me: But let us lose no time. Help! help! dress thy master, that he may be Anthony, old Moody's bastard, and thou his, come from the East Indies. _Sir Mart._ Hey-tarock it--now we shall have Rose's device too; I long to be at it, pray let's hear more on it. _Rose._ Old Moody, you must know, in his younger years, when he was a Cambridge-scholar, made bold with a townsman's daughter there, by whom he had a bastard, whose name was Anthony, whom you, Sir Martin, are to represent. _Sir Mart._ I warrant you; let me alone for Tony: But pray go on, Rose. _Rose._ This child, in his father's time, he durst not own, but bred him privately in the isle of Ely, till he was seven years old, and from thence sent him with one Bonaventure, a merchant, for the East Indies. _Warn._ But will not this over-burden your memory, sir? _Sir Mart._ There's no answering thee any thing; thou thinkest I am good for nothing. _Rose._ Bonaventure died at Surat within two years, and this Anthony has lived up and down in the Mogul's country, unheard of by his father till this night, and is expected within these three days: Now if you can pass for him, you may have admittance into the house, and make an end of all the business before the other Anthony arrives. _Warn._ But hold, Rose, there's one considerable point omitted; what was his mother's name? _Rose._ That indeed I had forgot; her name was Dorothy, daughter to one Draw-water, a vintner at the Rose. _Warn._ Come, sir, are you perfect in your lesson? Anthony Moody, born in Cambridge, bred in the isle of Ely, sent into the Mogul's country at seven years old, with one Bonaventure, a merchant, who died within two years; your mother's name Dorothy Draw-water, the vintner's daughter at the Rose. _Sir Mart._ I have it all _ad unguem_--what! do'st think I'm a sot? But stay a little,----how have I lived all this while in that same country? _Warn._ What country?--Pox, he has forgot already! _Rose._ The Mogul's country.