Theo. The truth is, I denied you as heartily as I could, that I might not be twice troubled with you.
Bel. Yet you have not this aversion for all the world: However, I was in hope, though the day frowned, the night might prove as propitious to me as it is to others.
Theo. I have now a quarrel both to the sun and moon, because I have seen you both by their lights.
Bel. Spare the moon, I beseech you, madam; she is a very trusty planet to you.
Beat. O, Maskall, you have ruined me!
Mask. Dear sir, hold yet!
Bel. Away!
Theo. Pray, sir, expound your meaning; for, I confess, I am in the dark.
Bel. Methinks you should discover it by moonlight. Or, if you would have me speak clearer to you, give me leave to wait on you at a midnight assignation; and, that it may not be discovered, I'll feign a voyage beyond sea, as if I were going a captaining to Flanders.
Mask. A pox on his memory! he has not forgot one syllable!