SCENE II.
Enter Cypher.
Ware. Now, Cypher, where's my nephew?
Cyph. In the hall,
Reading a letter which a footman brought
Just now to him from a lady, sir.
Ware. A lady!
Cyph. Yes, sir, a lady in distress; for I
Could overhear the fellow say she must
Sell her coach-horses, and return again
To her needle, if your nephew don't supply her
With money.
Ware. This is some honourable sempstress.
I am now confirm'd: they say he keeps a lady,
And this is she. Well, Cypher, 'tis too late
To change my project now. Be sure you keep
A diary of his actions; strictly mark
What company comes to him; if he stir
Out of my house, observe the place he enters:
Watch him, till he come out: follow him (disguis'd)
To all his haunts.
Cyph. He shall not want a spy, sir.
But, sir, when you are absent, if he draw not
A lattice to your door, and hang a bush out——
Ware. I hope he will not make my house a tavern.
Cyph. Sir, I am no Sybil's son.