Rose. Upon the great box in my lady's chamber; they are safe enough, I'm sure.
Sir John. It must be so—I must take post immediately: Madam, for some few days I must be absent; and to confirm you, friend, how much I trust you, I leave the dearest pledge I have on earth, my mistress, to your care.
Mill. If you loved me, you would not take all occasions to leave me thus.
Warn. [Aside.] Do, go to Kent, and when you come again, here they are ready for you.
[Shews the paper.
Sir Mart. What's that you have in your hand there, sirrah?
Warn. Pox, what ill luck was this! what shall I say?
Sir Mart. Sometimes you have tongue enough; what, are you silent?
Warn. 'Tis an account, sir, of what money you have lost since you came to town.
Sir Mart. I am very glad on't: Now I'll make you all see the severity of my fortune——give me the paper.
Warn. Heaven! what does he mean to do? It is not fair writ out, sir.