Mask. Sir, I think I see some women coming yonder.
Bel. Well, I'll leave you to your adventures, while I prosecute my own.
Wild. I warrant you have made an assignation to instruct some lady in the mathematics.
Bel. I'll not tell you my design; because, if it does not succeed, you shall not laugh at me.
[Exit Bel.
Enter Beatrix; and Jacintha, in the habit of a Mulatto.
Wild. Let us withdraw a little, and see if they will come this way.
Beat. We are right, madam; 'tis certainly your Englishman, and his servant with him. But, why this second trial, when you engaged to break with him, if he failed in the first?
Jac. 'Tis true, he has been a little inconstant, choleric, or so.
Beat. And it seems you are not contented with those vices, but are searching him for more. This is the folly of a bleeding gamester, who will obstinately pursue a losing hand.
Jac. On t'other side, you would have me throw up my cards, before the game be lost: Let me make this one more trial, when he has money, whether he will give it me; and then, if he fails—