Bel. If the women come, you shall be sure to help me to undergo the burden; for, though you make me an astronomer, I am no Atlas, to bear all upon my back. But who are these?
Enter Musicians, with disguises; and some in their hands.
Wild. You know the men, if their masking habits were off; they are the music of our ambassador's retinue. My project is to give our mistress a serenade, this being the last evening of the carnival; and, to prevent discovery, here are disguises for us too.
Bel. 'Tis very well; come, Maskall, help on with them, while they tune their instruments.
Wild. Strike up, gentlemen; we'll entertain them with a song a l'Angloise; pray, be ready with your chorus.
SONG.
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain; Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!
Theodosia and Jacintha above. Jacintha throws down her handkerchief, with a favour tied to it.