Mask. I imagined them to be Italians.
Lop. Not unlikely; for they played most furiously at our backsides.
Mask. I will return to my master with the good news of your safety; but once again be secret; or disclose it to none but friends.—So, there's one woodcock more in the springe.——
[Exit.
Lop. Yes, I will be very secret; for I will tell it only to one person; but she is a woman. I will to Aurelia, and acquaint her with the skill of this rare artist: She is curious, as all women are; and, 'tis probable, will desire to look into the glass to see Don Melchor, whom she believes absent; so that by this means, without breaking my oath to him, he will be discovered to be in town. Then his intrigue with Theodosia will come to light too, for which Aurelia will, I hope, discard him, and receive me. I will about it instantly:
Success, in love, on diligence depends;
No lazy lover e'er attained his ends.
[Exit.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Bellamy and Maskall.
Bel. Then, they were certainly Don Lopez and Don Melchor, with whom we fought.
Mask. Yes, sir.