_Sir John._ Yes, sir; I know him for a man who is too wise for you to over-reach; I am certain he will never marry his daughter to you. _Sir Mart._ Why, there's the jest of it: He shall never know it: 'Tis but your keeping of my counsel; I'll do as much for you, mun. _Sir John._ No, sir, I'll give you better; trouble not yourself about this lady; her affections are otherwise engaged to my knowledge----hark in your ear----her father hates a gamester like a devil: I'll keep your counsel for that too. _Sir Mart._ Nay, but this is not all, dear Sir John? _Sir John._ This is all, I assure you: Only I will make bold to seek your mistress out another lodging. [_Exit_ Sir JOHN. _Warn._ Your affairs are now put into an excellent posture, thank your incomparable discretion; this was a stratagem my shallow wit could never have reached, to make a confident of my rival. _Sir Mart._ I hope thou art not in earnest, man! Is he my rival? _Warn._ 'Slife, he has not found it out all this while! well, sir, for a quick apprehension let you alone. _Sir Mart._ How the devil camest thou to know on't? and why the devil didst thou not tell me on't? _Warn._ To the first of your devils I answer, her maid, Rose, told me on't: To the second, I wish a thousand devils take him that would not hear me. _Sir Mart._ O unparallelled misfortune! _Warn._ O unparallelled ignorance! why he left her father at the water-side, while he led the daughter to her lodging, whither I directed him; so that if you had not laboured to the contrary, fortune had placed you in the same house with your mistress, without the least suspicion of your rival, or of her father. But 'tis well you have satisfied your talkative humour: I hope you have some new project of your own to set all right again: For my part, I confess all my designs for you are wholly ruined; the very foundations of them are blown up. _Sir Mart._ Pr'ythee insult not over the destiny of a poor undone lover; I am punished enough for my indiscretion in my despair, and have nothing to hope for now but death. _Warn._ Death is a bug-word; things are not brought to that extremity; I'll cast about to save all yet. _Enter Lady_ DUPE. _L. Dupe._ O, Sir Martin! yonder has been such a stir within; Sir John, I fear, smokes your design, and by all means would have the old man remove his lodging; pray God, your man has not played false. _Warn._ Like enough I have: I am coxcomb sufficient to do it; my master knows, that none but such a great calf as I could have done it, such an overgrown ass, a self-conceited idiot as I. _Sir Mart._ Nay, Warner. _Warn._ Pray, sir, let me alone: What is it to you if I rail upon myself? Now could I break my own logger-head. _Sir Mart._ Nay, sweet Warner. _Warn._ What a good master have I, and I to ruin him: O beast! _L. Dupe._ Not to discourage you wholly, Sir Martin, this storm is partly over. _Sir Mart._ As how, dear cousin?