Theo. Ah, Beatrix! you have betrayed and sold me!
Beat. You have betrayed and sold yourself, madam, by your own rashness to confess it; heaven knows I have served you but too faithfully.
Theo. Peace, impudence! and see my face no more!
Mask. Do you know what work you have made, sir?
Bel. Let her see what she has got by slighting me.
Mask. You had best let Beatrix be turned away for me to keep: If you do, I know whose purse shall pay for't.
Bel. That's a curse I never thought on: Cast about quickly, and save all yet. Range, quest, and spring a lie immediately!
Theo. [To Beat.] Never importune me farther; you shall go; there's no removing me.
Beat. Well; this is ever the reward of innocence——
[Going.
Mask. Stay, guiltless virgin, stay; thou shalt not go!