_Enter Lord, Lady_ DUPE, _Sir_ MARTIN, WARNER, ROSE, MILLISENT _veiled, and Landlord_. _Lord._ How, gentlemen! what, quarrelling among yourselves! _Mood._ Coxnowns! help me down, and let me have fair play; he shall never marry my daughter. _Sir Mart._ [_Leading_ ROSE.] No, I'll be sworn that he shall not; therefore never repine, sir, for marriages, you know, are made in heaven; in fine, sir, we are joined together in spite of fortune. _Rose._ [_Pulling off her mask_.] That we are, indeed, Sir Martin, and these are witnesses; therefore, in fine, never repine, sir, for marriages, you know, are made in heaven. _Omn._ Rose! _Warn._ What, is Rose split in two? Sure I have got one Rose! _Mill._ Ay, the best Rose you ever got in all your life. [_Pulls off her mask._ _Warn._ This amazeth me so much, I know not what to say, or think. _Mood._ My daughter married to Warner! _Sir Mart._ Well, I thought it impossible that any man in England should have over-reached me: Sure, Warner, there is some mistake in this: Pr'ythee, Billy, let's go to the parson to make all right again, that every man have his own, before the matter go too far. _Warn._ Well, sir! for my part, I will have nothing farther to do with these women, for, I find, they will be too hard for us; but e'en sit down by the loss, and content myself with my hard fortune: But, madam, do you ever think I will forgive you this, to cheat me into an estate of two thousand pounds a-year? _Sir Mart._ An I were as thee, I would not be so served, Warner. _Mill._ I have served him but right, for the cheat he put upon me, when he persuaded me you were a wit----now, there's a trick for your trick, sir. _Warn._ Nay, I confess you have outwitted me. _Sir John._ Let me down, and I'll forgive all freely. [_They let him down._ _Mood._ What am I kept here for? _Warn._ I might in policy keep you there, till your daughter and I had been in private, for a little consummation: But for once, sir, I'll trust your good nature. [_Takes him down too._ _Mood._ An thou wert a gentleman, it would not grieve me. _Mill._ That I was assured of before I married him, by my lord here. _Lord._ I cannot refuse to own him for my kinsman, though his father's sufferings in the late times have ruined his fortunes. _Mood._ But yet he has been a serving man. _Warn._ You are mistaken, sir, I have been a master; and, besides, there is an estate of eight hundred pounds a year, only it is mortgaged for six thousand pounds. _Mood._ Well, we'll bring it off; and, for my part, I am glad my daughter has missed _in fine_ there. _Sir John._ I will not be the only man that must sleep without a bed-fellow to-night, if this lady will once again receive me. _L. Dupe._ She's yours, sir.