Warn. Nay, for that you shall excuse me, sir; I do not love to make a breach between persons, that are to be so near related.
Sir John. Thou seemest to imply, that my mistress was in the plot.
Warn. Can you make a doubt on't? Do you not know she ever loved him, and can you hope she has so soon forsaken him? You may make yourself miserable, if you please, by such a marriage.
Sir John. When she is once mine, her virtue will secure me.
Warn. Her virtue!
Sir John. What, do you make a mock on't?
Warn. Not I; I assure you, sir, I think it no such jesting matter.
Sir John. Why, is she not honest?
Warn. Yes, in my conscience is she; for Sir Martin's tongue's no slander.
Sir John. But does he say to the contrary?