Enter Rose.
Rose. Sir Martin, you have done your business with my lady, she'll never look upon you more; she says, she's so well satisfied of your wit and courage, that she will not put you to any further trial.
Sir Mart. Warner, is there no hopes, Warner?
Warn. None that I know.
Sir Mart. Let's have but one civil plot more before we part.
Warn. 'Tis to no purpose.
Rose. Yet, if he had some golden friends, that would engage for him the next time——
Sir Mart. Here's a Jacobus and a Carolus will enter into bonds for me.
Rose. I'll take their royal words for once.
[She fetches two disguises.
Warn. The meaning of this, dear Rose?