Warn. You are no ass then?
Sir Mart. Well, sir, to do you service, d'ye see, I am an ass in a fair way; will that satisfy you?
Warn. For this once produce those three pieces; I am contented to receive that inconsiderable tribute; or make 'em six, and I'll take the fault upon myself.
Sir Mart. Are we friends then? If we are, let me advise you——
Warn. Yet advising!
Sir Mart. For no harm, good Warner: But pray next time make me of your council, let me enter into the business, instruct me in every point, and then if I discover all, I am resolved to give over affairs, and retire from the world.
Warn. Agreed, it shall be so; but let us now take breath a while, then on again. take breath a while, then on again.
For though we had the worst, those heats are past; We'll whip and spur, and fetch him up at last. [Exeunt.