Act 1 — SCENE II.

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. Ware. Peace, here he comes.