L. Dupe. We'll all swear it.
Warn. I never doubted your ladyship in the least, madam—for the rest we will consider hereafter.
Lord. Leave this to us.
[Ex. Lord, Lady Dupe, and Chr.
Warn. Rose, where's thy lady?
Mill. [above.] What have you to say to her?
Warn. Only to tell you, madam, I am going forward in the great work of projection.
Mill. I know not whether you will deserve my thanks when the work's done.
Warn. Madam, I hope you are not become indifferent to my master?
Mill. If he should prove a fool, after all your crying up his wit, I shall be a miserable woman.
Warn. A fool! that were a good jest, i'faith: but how comes your ladyship to suspect it?