Bel. And when you met Lopez, he swallowed all you told him?
Mask. As greedily, as if it had been a new saint's miracle.
Bel. I see 'twill spread.
Mask. And the fame of it will be of use to you in your next amour; for the women, you know, run mad after fortune-tellers and preachers.
Bel. But for all my bragging, this amour is not yet worn off. I find constancy, and once a night, come naturally upon a man towards thirty; only we set a face on't, and call ourselves inconstant for our reputation.
Mask. But what say the stars, sir?
Bel. They move faster than you imagine; for I have got me an argol, and an English almanack, by help of which, in one half hour, I have learned to cant with an indifferent good grace: Conjunction, opposition, trine, square, and sextile, are now no longer bugbears to me, I thank my stars for't.
Enter Wildblood.
Monsieur Wildblood, in good time! What, you have been taking pains, too, to divulge my talent?