_Sir Mart._ I wonder where thou hadst the impudence to move such a question to me, knowing how thou hast used me. _Warn._ Now, sir, you may see what comes of your indiscretion and stupidity: I always give you warning of it; but, for this time, I am content to pass it without more words, partly, because I have already corrected you, though not so much as you deserve. _Sir Mart._ Do'st thou think to carry it off at this rate, after such an injury? _Warn._ You may thank yourself for't; nay, 'twas very well I found out that way, otherwise I had been suspected as your accomplice. _Sir Mart._ But you laid it on with such a vengeance, as if you were beating of a stock-fish. _Warn._ To confess the truth on't, you had angered me, and I was willing to evaporate my choler; if you will pass it by so, I may chance to help you to your mistress: No more words of this business, I advise you, but go home and grease your back. _Sir Mart._ In fine, I must suffer it at his hands: for if my shoulders had not paid for this fault, my purse must have sweat blood for't: The rogue has got such a hank upon me---- _Warn._ So, so! here's another of our vessels come in, after the storm that parted us. _Enter_ ROSE. What comfort, Rose? no harbour near? _Rose._ My lady, as you may well imagine, is most extremely incensed against Sir Martin; but she applauds your ingenuity to the skies. I'll say no more, but thereby hangs a tale. _Sir Mart._ I am considering with myself about a plot, to bring all about again. _Rose._ Yet again plotting! if you have such a mind to't, I know no way so proper for you, as to turn poet to Pugenello. _Warn._ Hark! is not that music in your house? [_Music plays._ _Rose._ Yes, Sir John has given my mistress the fiddles, and our old man is as jocund yonder, and does so hug himself, to think how he has been revenged upon you! _Warn._ Why, he does not know 'twas me, I hope? _Rose._ 'Tis all one for that. _Sir Mart._ I have such a plot!--I care not, I will speak, an I were to be hanged for't. Shall I speak, dear Warner? let me now; it does so wamble within me, just like a clyster, i'faith la, and I can keep it no longer, for my heart. _Warn._ Well, I am indulgent to you; out with it boldly, in the name of nonsense. _Sir Mart._ We two will put on vizards, and with the help of my landlord, who shall be of the party, go a mumming there, and by some device of dancing, get my mistress away, unsuspected by them all. _Rose._ What if this should hit now, when all your projects have failed, Warner? _Warn._ Would I were hanged, if it be not somewhat probable: Nay, now I consider better on't--exceedingly probable; it must take, 'tis not in nature to be avoided. _Sir Mart._ O must it so, sir! and who may you thank for't? _Warn._ Now am I so mad he should be the author of this device! How the devil, sir, came you to stumble on't?