Jac. No; the love you made was certainly a design of charity you had to reconcile the two religions. There's scarce such another man in Europe, to be sent apostle to convert the Moor ladies.
Wild. Faith, I would rather widen their breaches, than make them up.
Jac. I see there's no hope of a reconcilement with you; and therefore I give it over as desperate.
Wild. You have gained your point, you have my money; and I was only angry, because I did not know 'twas you, who had it.
Jac. This will not serve your turn, sir: what I have got, I have conquered from you.
Wild. Indeed you use me like one that's conquered; for you have plundered me of all I had.
Jac. I only disarmed you, for fear you should rebel again; for if you had the sinews of war, I am sure you would be flying out.
Wild. Dare but to stay without a new servant, till I am flush again; and I will love you, and treat you, and present you at that unreasonable rate, that I will make you an example to all unbelieving mistresses.
Jac. Well, I will try you once more; but you must make haste then, that we may be within our time; methinks our love is drawn out so subtle already, that 'tis near breaking.
Wild. I will have more care of it on my part, than the kindred of an old pope have to preserve him.