Sir Mart. Here are yet ten pieces in my pocket; take 'em, and let's be friends.
Warn. You know the easiness of my nature, and that makes you work upon it so. Well, sir, for this once I cast an eye of pity on you; but I must have ten more in hand, before I can stir a foot.
Sir Mart. As I am a true gamester, I have lost all but these; but if thou'lt lend me them, I'll give 'em thee again.
Warn. I'll rather trust you till to-morrow; Once more look up, I bid you hope the best. Why should your folly make your love miscarry, Since men first play the fools, and then they marry? [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Sir Martin Mar-all and Warner.
Sir Mart. But are they to be married this day in private, say you?
Warn. 'Tis so concluded, sir, I dare assure you.