L. Dupe. Fail with me if you think good, sir.
Chr. I give no more time.
Rose. And if my mistress go to bed a maid to-night—
Warn. Hey-day! you are dealing with me, as they do with the bankrupts, call in all your debts together; there's no possibility of payment at this rate, but I'll coin for you all as fast as I can, I assure you.
L. Dupe. But you must not think to pay us with false money, as you have done hitherto.
Rose. Leave off your mountebank tricks with us, and fall to your business in good earnest.
Warn. Faith, and I will, Rose; for, to confess the truth, I am a kind of mountebank; I have but one cure for all your diseases, that is, that my master may marry Mrs Millisent, for then Sir John Swallow will of himself return to Mrs Christian.
Lord. He says true, and therefore we must all be helping to that design.
Warn. I'll put you upon something, give me but a thinking time. In the first place, get a warrant and bailiffs to arrest Sir John Swallow upon a promise of marriage to Mrs Christian.
Lord. Very good.