Warn. They have found him out, and laugh yonder, as if they would split their sides. Why, Mr Fool, Oaf, Coxcomb, will you hear none of your names?
Mill. Sir Martin, Sir Martin, take your man's counsel, and keep time with your music.
Sir Mart. [Peeping.] Hah! What do you say, madam? How does your ladyship like my music?
Mill. O most heavenly! just like the harmony of the spheres, that is to be admired, and never heard.
Warn. You have ruined all, by your not leaving off in time.
Sir Mart. What the devil would you have a man do, when my hand is in! Well, o'my conscience, I think there is a fate upon me.
[Noise within.
Mill. Look, Rose, what's the matter.
Rose. 'Tis Sir John Swallow pursued by the bailiffs, madam, according to our plot; it seems they have dogged him thus late to his lodging.
Mill. That's well; for though I begin not to love this fool, yet I am glad I shall be rid of him.
[Exeunt Mill. and Rose.