Enter Bellemante.
Doct. Jewels, Sir, worth a King’s Ransom!
Bell. Ha,—What Figure of a Thing have we here, bantering my credulous Uncle?—This must be some Scout sent from our Forlorn Hope, to discover the Enemy, and bring in fresh Intelligence.—Hum, that Wink tipt me some Tidings, and she deserves not a good Look, who understands not the Language of the Eyes.—Sir, Dinner’s on the Table.
Doct. Let it wait, I am employ’d—
[She creeps to the other side of Scaramouch, who makes
Signs with his Hand to her.
Bell. Ha, ‘tis so:—This Fellow has some Novel for us, some Letter or Instructions, but how to get it—
[As Scar. talks to the Doctor, he takes the Letters by degrees
out of his Pocket, and unseen, given ‘em Bellemante behind him.
Doct. But this Map, Seignior; I protest you have fill’d me with Curiosity. Has it signify’d all things so exactly, say you?
Scar. Omitted nothing, Seignior, no City, Town, Village, or Villa; no Castle, River, Bridge, Lake, Spring, or Mineral.
Doct. Are any, Sir, of those admirable Mineral Waters there, so frequent in our World?