Mask. And where's your great secret now?
Beat. Now, I think, I am revenged on you, for running down my poor old master.
Mask. Thou art not fully revenged, till thou hast told me thy own name too.
Beat. 'Tis Beatrix, at your service, sir; pray remember I wait on them.
Mask. Now I have enough, I must be going.
Beat. I perceive you are just like other men; when you have got your ends, you care not how soon you are going. Farewell:—you'll be constant to me?
Mask. If thy face, when I see it, do not give me occasion to be otherwise.
Beat. You shall take a sample, that you may praise it, when you see it next.
[She pulls up her veil.
Enter Wildblood and Bellamy.
Wild. Look, there's your dog with a duck in's mouth.—Oh, she's got loose, and dived again.
[Exit Beatrix.