Mask. My mistress? I understand not that language; the fortune of the valet ever follows that of the master; and his is desperate: if his fate were altered for the better, I should not care if I ventured upon you for the worse.
Beat. I have told you already, Donna Theodosia loves another.
Mask. Has he no name?
Beat. Let it suffice, he is born noble, though without a fortune. His poverty makes him conceal his love from her father; but she sees him every night in private; and, to blind the world, about a fortnight ago he took a solemn leave of her, as if he were going into Flanders: In the mean time, he lodges at the house of Don Lopez de Gamboa; and is himself called Don Melchor de Guzman.
Mask. Don Melchor de Guzman! O heavens!
Beat. What amazes you?
Theo. [Within.] Why, Beatrix, where are you?
Beat. You hear I am called.—Adieu; and be sure you keep my counsel.
Mask. Come, sir, you see the coast is clear. [Exit Beat.