Jac. That, sir, would interrupt mine, without being any advantage to your own.
Wild. My advantage, madam, is very evident; for the kind saint, to whom you pray, may, by the neighbourhood, mistake my devotions for yours.
Jac. O, sir! our saints can better distinguish between the prayers of a Catholic and a Lutheran.
Wild. I beseech you, madam, trouble not yourself for my religion; for, though I am a heretic to the men of your country, to your ladies I am a very zealous Catholic; and for fornication and adultery, I assure you I hold with both churches.
Theo. to Bel. Sir, if you will not be more devout, be at least more civil; you see you are observed.
Bel. And pray, madam, what do you think the lookers on imagine I am employed about?
Theo. I will not trouble myself to guess.
Bel. Why, by all circumstances, they must conclude that I am making love to you; and, methinks, it were scarce civil to give the opinion of so much good company the lie.
Theo. If this were true, you would have little reason to thank them for their divination.
Bel. Meaning, I should not be loved again?