Warn. Shall I see the back of you? speak not a word in your defence.
[Shoves him.
Sir Mart. This is the strangest luck now——
[Exit.
Warn. I'm resolved this devil of his shall never weary me; I will overcome him, I will invent something that shall stand good in spite of his folly. Let me see—
Enter Lord.
Lord. Here he is—I must venture on him, for the tyranny of this old lady is unsupportable; since I have made her my confident, there passes not an hour, but she passes a pull at my purse-strings; I shall be ruined if I do not quit myself of her suddenly: I find, now, by sad experience, that a mistress is much more chargeable than a wife, and after a little time too, grows full as dull and insignificant.—Mr Warner! have you a mind to do yourself a courtesy, and me another?
Warn. I think, my lord, the question need not be much disputed, for I have always had a great service for your lordship, and some little kindness for myself.
Lord. What if you should propose mistress Christian as a wife to your master? You know he's never like to compass t'other.
Warn. I cannot tell that, my lord.
Lord. Five hundred pounds are yours at the day of marriage.
Warn. Five hundred pounds! 'tis true, the temptation is very sweet and powerful; the devil, I confess, has done his part, and many a good murder and treason have been committed at a cheaper rate; but yet——