Wild. Faith, I cannot help what your learning has brought you to. Go in and study; I foresee you will have but few holidays: In the mean time, I'll not fail to give the world an account of your endowments. Farewell: I'll to the gaming-house.
[Exit Wild.
Mask. O, sir, here is the rarest adventure, and, which is more, come home to you!
Bel. What is it?
Mask. A fair lady, and her woman, wait in the outer room to speak with you.
Bel. But how know you she is fair?
Mask. Her woman plucked up her veil when she spoke to me; so that having seen her this evening, I know her mistress to be Donna Aurelia, cousin to your mistress Theodosia, and who lodges in the same house with her: She wants a star or two, I warrant you.
Bel. My whole constellation is at her service: But what is she for a woman?
Mask. Fair enough, as Beatrix has told me; but sufficiently impertinent. She is one of those ladies, who make ten visits in an afternoon; and entertain her they see, with speaking ill of the last, from whom they parted: In few words, she is one of the greatest coquettes in Madrid; and to shew she is one, she cannot speak ten words without some affected phrase that is in fashion.
Bel. For my part, I can suffer any impertinence from a woman, provided she be handsome: My business is with her beauty, not with her morals; let her confessor look to them.
Mask. I wonder what she has to say to you?