Wild. You must excuse me, Frank; I have made an appointment at the gaming-house.
Bel. What to do there, I pr'ythee? To mis-spend that money, which kind fortune intended for a mistress? Or to learn new oaths and curses to carry into England? That is not it—I heard you were to marry when you left home: Perhaps that may be still running in your head, and keep you virtuous.
Wild. Marriage, quotha! what, dost thou think I have been bred in the deserts of Africa, or among the savages of America? Nay, if I had, I must needs have known better things than so; the light of nature would not have let me go so far astray.
Bel. Well, what think you of the Prado this evening?
Wild. Pox upon't, 'tis worse than our contemplative Hyde-Park.
Bel. Oh, but we must submit to the custom of the country for courtship: Whatever the means are, we are sure the end is still the same in all places. But who are these?
Enter Don Alonzo de Ribera, with his two Daughters, Theodosia and Jacintha, and Beatrix, their Woman, passing by.
Theo. Do you see those strangers, sister, that eye us so earnestly?
Jac. Yes, and I guess them to be feathers of the English ambassador's train; for I think I saw them at the grand audience—and have the strongest temptation in the world to talk to them: A mischief on this modesty!
Beat. A mischief of this father of yours, that haunts you so.