Beat. You'll forgive him again.
Jac. He's already in purgatory; but the next offence shall put him in the pit, past all redemption; pr'ythee sing, to draw him nearer: Sure he cannot know me in this disguise.
Beat. Make haste, then; for I have more irons in the fire: When I have done with you, I have another assignation of my Lady Theodosia's to Don Melchor.
SONG.
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky, And the new-budding flowers did spring, When all alone went Amyntas and I, To hear the sweet nightingale sing: I sate, and he laid him down by me, But scarcely his breath he could draw; For when, with a fear, he began to draw near, He was dashed with, A ha, ha, ha, ha!
Wild. If you dare be the Sylvia, lady, I have brought you a more confident Amyntas, than that bashful gentleman in your song.
[Goes to lay hold of her.
Jac. Hold, hold, sir; I am only an ambassadress sent you from a lady: I hope you will not violate the laws of nations.
Wild. I was only searching for your letters of credence: but methinks, with that beauty, you look more like a herald that comes to denounce war to all mankind.
Jac. One of the ladies in the masque to-night has taken a liking to you; and sent you by me this purse of gold, in recompence of that she saw you lose.
Wild. And she expects in return of it, that I should wait on her: I'll do't,—where lives she? I am desperately in love with her.