Lord. Good luck, and five hundred pounds attend thee.
[Exit.
Enter Millisent and Rose above.
Mill. I am resolved I'll never marry him.
Rose. So far you are right, madam.
Mill. But how to hinder it, I cannot possibly tell; for my father presses me to it, and will take no denial: Would I knew some way!
Warn. Madam, I'll teach you the very nearest, for I have just now found it out.
Rose. Are you there, Mr Littleplot?
Warn. Studying to deserve thee, Rose, by my diligence for thy lady; I stand here, methinks, just like a wooden Mercury, to point her out the way to matrimony.
Rose. Or, serving-man like, ready to carry up the hot meat for your master, and then to fall upon the cold yourself.
Warn. I know not what you call the cold, but I believe I shall find warm work on't: In the first place, then, I must acquaint you, that I have seemingly put off my master, and entered myself into Sir John's service.