Warn. So soon, to prevent the designs upon her; and in private, to save the effusion of Christian money.
Sir Mart. It strikes to my heart already; in fine, I am a dead man. Warner—
Warn. Well, go your ways, I'll try what may be done. Look if he will stir now; your rival and the old man will see us together; we are just below the window.
Sir Mart. Thou canst not do it.
Warn. On the peril of my twenty pieces be it.
Sir Mart. But I have found a way to help thee out; trust to my wit but once.
Warn. Name your wit, or think you have the least grain of wit but once more, and I'll lay it down for ever.
Sir Mart. You are a saucy, masterly companion; and so I leave you.
[Exit.
Warn. Help, help, good people! Murder, Murder!
Enter Sir John and Moody.