Mask. Stand close, and you shall see me serve the writ upon him.
Enter Don Melchor.
Wild. Now, Maskall.
Mask. I stayed here, sir, by express order from the lady Aurelia, to deliver you this note; and to desire you, from her, to meet her immediately in the garden.
Mel. Do you hear, friend!
Mask. Not a syllable more, sir; I have performed my orders.
[Mask. retires to his Masters.
Mel. He's gone, and 'tis in vain for me to look after him. What envious devil has discovered to Aurelia that I am in town? It must be Don Lopez, who, to advance his own pretensions to her, has endeavoured to ruin mine.
Wild. It works rarely.
Mel. But I am resolved to see Aurelia; if it be but to defeat him. [Exit Mel.
Wild. Let's make haste after him; I long to see the end of this adventure.