Rose. I cannot on the sudden tell; but I hate him worse than foul weather without a coach.
Warn. Then I'll see if my project be luckier than thine. Where are the papers concerning the jointure I have heard you speak of?
Rose. They lie within, in three great bags; some twenty reams of paper in each bundle, with six lines in a sheet: But there is a little paper where all the business lies.
Warn. Where is it? Canst thou help me to it?
Rose. By good chance he gave it to my custody, before he set out for London. You came in good time; here it is, I was carrying it to him; just now he sent for it.
Warn. So, this I will secure in my pocket; when thou art asked for it, make two or three bad faces, and say it was left behind: By this means, he must of necessity leave the town, to see for it in Kent.
Enter Sir John, Sir Martin, and Mrs Millisent.
Sir John. 'Tis no matter, though the old man be suspicious; I knew the story all beforehand; and since then you have fully satisfied me of your true friendship to me.—Where are the writings?
[To Rose.
Rose. Sir, I beg your pardon; I thought I had put them up amongst my lady's things, and it seems, in my haste, I quite forgot them, and left them at Canterbury.
Sir John. This is horribly unlucky! where do you think you left them?