Warn. Come, sir, are you perfect in your lesson? Anthony Moody, born in Cambridge, bred in the isle of Ely, sent into the Mogul's country at seven years old, with one Bonaventure, a merchant, who died within two years; your mother's name Dorothy Draw-water, the vintner's daughter at the Rose.
Sir Mart. I have it all ad unguem—what! do'st think I'm a sot? But stay a little,——how have I lived all this while in that same country?
Warn. What country?—Pox, he has forgot already!
Rose. The Mogul's country.
Sir Mart. Ay, ay, the Mogul's country. What the devil, any man may mistake a little; but now I have it perfect: But what have I been doing all this while in the Mogul's country?—He's a heathen rogue, I am afraid I shall never hit upon his name.
Warn. Why, you have been passing your time there no matter how.
Rose. Well, if this passes upon the old man, I'll bring your business about again with my mistress, never fear it; stay you here at the door, I'll go tell the old man of your arrival.
Warn. Well, sir, now play your part exactly, and I'll forgive all your former errors.
Sir Mart. Hang them, they were only slips of youth. How peremptory and domineering this rogue is, now he sees I have need of his service! Would I were out of his power again, I would make him lie at my feet like any spaniel.
Enter Moody, Sir John, Lord, Lady Dupe, Millisent, Christian, and Rose.