Mill. In Grays-Inn walks.
Warn. By this light, she has put the change upon him! O sweet womankind, how I love thee for that heavenly gift of lying!
Sir John. For this evening I will be his mistress; he shall meet another Penelope than he suspects.
Mill. But stay not long away.
Sir John. You overjoy me, madam.
[Exit.
Warn. [Entering.] Is he gone, madam?
Mill. As far as Grays-Inn walks: Now I have time to walk the other way, and see thy master.
Warn. Rather let him come hither: I have laid a plot, shall send his rival far enough from watching him, ere long.
Mill. Art thou in earnest?
Warn. 'Tis so designed, fate cannot hinder it. Our landlord, where we lie, vexed that his lodgings should be so left by Sir John, is resolved to be revenged, and I have found the way. You'll see the effects on't presently.