Jac. I am a peaceable princess, and content with my own; I mean your heart and purse; for the truth is, I have lost my money to-night in masquerade, and am come to claim your promise of supplying me.
Wild. You make me happy by commanding me: To-morrow morning my servant shall wait upon you with three hundred pistoles.
Jac. But I left my company, with promise to return to play.
Wild. Play on tick, and lose the Indies, I'll discharge it all to-morrow.
Jac. To-night, if you'll oblige me.
Wild. Maskall, go and bring me three hundred pistoles immediately.
Mask. Are you mad, sir?
Wild. Do you expostulate, you rascal! How he stares; I'll be hanged if he have not lost my gold at play: If you have, confess; you had best, and perhaps I'll pardon you; but if you do not confess, I'll have no mercy. Did you lose it?
Mask. Sir, 'tis not for me to dispute with you.
Wild. Why, then, let me tell you, you did lose it.