_Sir Mart._ Ay, ay, the Mogul's country. What the devil, any man may mistake a little; but now I have it perfect: But what have I been doing all this while in the Mogul's country?--He's a heathen rogue, I am afraid I shall never hit upon his name. _Warn._ Why, you have been passing your time there no matter how. _Rose._ Well, if this passes upon the old man, I'll bring your business about again with my mistress, never fear it; stay you here at the door, I'll go tell the old man of your arrival. _Warn._ Well, sir, now play your part exactly, and I'll forgive all your former errors. _Sir Mart._ Hang them, they were only slips of youth. How peremptory and domineering this rogue is, now he sees I have need of his service! Would I were out of his power again, I would make him lie at my feet like any spaniel. _Enter_ MOODY, _Sir_ JOHN, _Lord_, _Lady_ DUPE, MILLISENT, CHRISTIAN, _and_ ROSE. _Mood._ Is he here already, say'st thou? Which is he? _Rose._ That sun-burned gentleman. _Mood._ My dear boy, Anthony, do I see thee again before I die? Welcome, welcome. _Sir Mart._ My dear father, I know it is you by instinct; for, methinks, I am as like you, as if I were spit out of your mouth. _Rose._ Keep it up, I beseech your lordship. [_Aside to the Lord._ _Lord._ He's wonderous like indeed. _L. Dupe._ The very image of him. _Mood._ Anthony, you must salute all this company: This is my Lord Dartmouth, this my Lady Dupe, this her niece Mrs Christian. [_He salutes them._ _Sir Mart._ And that's my sister; methinks I have a good resemblance of her too: Honest sister, I must needs kiss you, sister. _Warn._ This fool will discover himself; I foresee it already by his carriage to her. _Mood._ And now, Anthony, pray tell us a little of your travels. _Sir Mart._ Time enough for that, forsooth, father; but I have such a natural affection for my sister, that, methinks, I could live and die with her: Give me thy hand, sweet sister. _Sir John._ She's beholden to you, sir. _Sir Mart._ What if she be, sir? what's that to you, sir? _Sir John._ I hope, sir, I have not offended you? _Sir Mart._ It may be you have, and it may be you have not, sir; you see I have no mind to satisfy you, sir: What a devil! a man cannot talk a little to his own flesh and blood, but you must be interposing, with a murrain to you. _Mood._ Enough of this, good Anthony; this gentleman is to marry your sister. _Sir Mart._ He marry my sister! Ods foot, sir, there are some bastards, that shall be nameless, that are as well worthy to marry her, as any man; and have as good blood in their veins. _Sir John._ I do not question it in the least, sir. _Sir Mart._ 'Tis not your best course, sir; you marry my sister! what have you seen of the world, sir? I have seen your hurricanos, and your calentures, and your ecliptics, and your tropic lines, sir, an you go to that, sir.