Rose. But if he does, you are bound to pay the music, madam.
Mill. I'll not believe it, except both my ears and eyes are witnesses.
Rose. But 'tis night, madam, and you cannot see him; yet he may play admirably in the dark.
Mill. Where's my father?
Rose. You need not fear him, he's still employed with that same seaman; and I have set Mrs Christian to watch their discourse, that, betwixt her and me, Warner may have wherewithal to instruct his master.
Mill. But yet there's fear my father will find out the plot.
Rose. Not in the least; for my old lady has provided two rare disguises for the master and the man.
Mill. Peace, I hear them beginning to tune the lute.
Rose. And see, madam, where your true knight, Sir Martin, is placed yonder like Apollo, with his lute in his hand, and his rays about his head. [Sir Martin appears at the adverse window; a tune is played; when it is done, Warner rings, and Sir Martin holds.] Did he not play most excellently, Madam?
Mill. He played well, and yet methinks he held his lute but untowardly.