Warn. Nay, I confess you have outwitted me.
Sir John. Let me down, and I'll forgive all freely.
[They let him down.
Mood. What am I kept here for?
Warn. I might in policy keep you there, till your daughter and I had been in private, for a little consummation: But for once, sir, I'll trust your good nature.
[Takes him down too.
Mood. An thou wert a gentleman, it would not grieve me.
Mill. That I was assured of before I married him, by my lord here.
Lord. I cannot refuse to own him for my kinsman, though his father's sufferings in the late times have ruined his fortunes.
Mood. But yet he has been a serving man.
Warn. You are mistaken, sir, I have been a master; and, besides, there is an estate of eight hundred pounds a year, only it is mortgaged for six thousand pounds.
Mood. Well, we'll bring it off; and, for my part, I am glad my daughter has missed in fine there.