Jac. Adieu; for this time I wipe off your score, till you are caught tripping in some new amour.
[Exeunt Women.
Mask. You have used me very kindly, sir; I thank you.
Wild. You deserved it for not having a lie ready for my occasions. A good servant should be no more without it, than a soldier without his arms. But, pr'ythee, advise me what's to be done to get Jacintha.
Mask. You have lost her, or will lose her by your submitting: If we men could but learn to value ourselves, we should soon take down our mistresses from all their altitudes, and make them dance after our pipes, longer perhaps than we had a mind to't. But I must make haste, or I shall lose Don Melchor.
Wild. Call Bellamy, we'll both be present at thy enterprize: Then I'll once more to the gaming-house with my small stock, for my last refuge: If I win, I have wherewithal to mollify Jacintha.
If I throw out, I'll bear it off with huffing, And snatch the money like a bully-ruffin. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Bellamy, Wildblood, Maskall, in a Visor.
Bel. Here comes one, and in all probability it must be Don Melchor, going to Theodosia.