Enter Lord, Lady Dupe, and Christian.
L. Dupe. Nay! good my lord, be patient.
Lord. Does he think to give fiddles and treatments in a house, where he has wronged a lady? I'll never suffer it.
L. Dupe. But upon what ground will you raise your quarrel?
Lord. A very just one,—as I am her kinsman.
L. Dupe. He does not know yet why he was to be arrested; try that way again.
Lord. I'll hear of nothing but revenge.
Enter Rose.
Rose. Yes, pray hear me one word, my lord; Sir Martin himself has made a plot.
Chr. That's like to be a good one.