Wild. Ay, ay, a certain African lady of my acquaintance, whom you know not.
Mask. But who is here, sir?
Enter Jacintha and Beatrix, in their own shapes.
Wild. Madam, what happy star has conducted you hither to night!—A thousand devils of this fortune.
[Aside.
Jac. I was told you had ladies here, and fiddles; so I came partly for the divertisement, and partly out of jealousy.
Wild. Jealousy! Why sure you do not think me a pagan, an infidel? But the company's broke up, you see. Am I to wait upon you home, or will you be so kind to take a hard lodging with me to-night?
Jac. You shall have the honour to lead me to my father's.
Wild. No more words, then; let's away, to prevent discovery.
Beat. For my part, I think he has a mind to be rid of you.
Wild. No: But if your lady should want sleep, 'twould spoil the lustre of her eyes to-morrow. There were a conquest lost.