Warn. Get you gone without replying: must such as you be prating?
[Beats him out.
Enter Rose.
Rose. Sir, dinner waits you on the table.
Sir John. Friend, will you go along, and take part of a bad repast?
Sir Mart. Thank you; but I am just risen from table.
Warn. Now he might sit with his mistress, and has not the wit to find it out.
Sir John. You shall be very welcome.
Sir Mart. I have no stomach, sir.
Warn. Get you in with a vengeance: You have a better stomach than you think you have.
[Pushes him.
Sir Mart. This hungry Diego rogue would shame me; he thinks a gentleman can eat like a serving-man.