_L. Dupe._ This is the door; there is a gentleman will wait you immediately in your lodging, if he might presume on your commands. [_In a whisper._ _Mill._ You mean Sir Martin Mar-all: I am glad he has entrusted his passion with so discreet a person. [_In a whisper_.] Sir John, let me entreat you to stay here, that my father may have intelligence where to find us. _Sir John._ I shall obey you, madam. [_Exeunt women._ _Enter_ Sir MARTIN MAR-ALL. _Sir John._ Sir Martin Mar-all! most happily encountered! how long have you been come to town? _Sir Mart._ Some three days since, or thereabouts: But, I thank God, I am very weary on't already. _Sir John._ Why, what's the matter, man? _Sir Mart._ My villainous old luck still follows me in gaming; I never throw the dice out of my hand, but my gold goes after them: If I go to piquet, though it be but with a novice in't, he will picque and repicque, and capot me twenty times together: and, which most mads me, I lose all my sets when I want but one of up. _Sir John._ The pleasure of play is lost, when one loses at that unreasonable rate. _Sir Mart._ But I have sworn not to touch either cards or dice this half year. _Sir John._ The oaths of losing gamesters are most minded; they forswear play as an angry servant does his mistress, because he loves her but too well. _Sir Mart._ But I am now taken up with thoughts of another nature; I am in love, sir. _Sir John._ That's the worst game you could have played at; scarce one woman in an hundred will play with you upon the square. You venture at more uncertainty than at a lottery: For you set your heart to a whole sex of blanks. But is your mistress widow, wife, or maid? _Sir Mart._ I can assure you, sir, mine is a maid; the heiress of a wealthy family, fair to a miracle. _Sir John._ Does she accept your service? _Sir Mart._ I am the only person in her favour. _Enter_ WARNER. _Sir John._ Is she of town or country? _Warn._ How's this? [_Aside._ _Sir Mart._ She is of Kent, near Canterbury. _Warn._ What does he mean? This is his rival. [_Aside._ _Sir John._ Near Canterbury, say you? I have a small estate lies thereabouts, and more concernments than one besides. _Sir Mart._ I'll tell you then. Being at Canterbury, it was my fortune once, in the Cathedral church-- _Warn._ What do you mean, sir, to intrust this man with your affairs thus? _Sir Mart._ Trust him? why, he's a friend of mine. _Warn._ No matter for that; hark you, a word, sir. _Sir Mart._ Pr'ythee leave fooling; and as I was saying----I was in the church, when I first saw this fair one. _Sir John._ Her name, sir, I beseech you. _Warn._ For heaven's sake, sir, have a care. _Sir Mart._ Thou art such a coxcomb--Her name's Millisent.