Warn. O yes, much the nearer; for now fortune's bound to provide for you; as hospitals are built for lame people, because they cannot help themselves. Well; I have a project in my pate.
Sir Mart. Dear rogue, what is't?
Warn. Excuse me for that: But while 'tis set a working, you would do well to screw yourself into her father's good opinion.
Sir Mart. If you will not tell me, my mind gives me, I shall discover it again.
Warn. I'll lay it as far out of your reach as I can possibly. ——For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools. [Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Rose and Warner meeting.
Rose. Your worship's most happily encountered.
Warn. Your ladyship's most fortunately met.