Alon. If my credit, friends, or counsel, can do you any service in your suit, I hope you will command them freely.
Mel. When I have dispatched some private business, I shall not fail to trouble you; till then, humbly kisses your hands the most obliged of your servants.
[Exit Melchor.
Alon. Daughter, now this cavalier is gone, what occasion brought you out so late?—I know what you would say, that it is melancholy; a tincture of the hypochondria you mean: But, what cause have you for this melancholy? Give me your hand, and answer me without ambages, or ambiguities.
Theo. He will find out I have given away my ring—I must prevent him—Sir, I am ashamed to confess it to you; but, in hope of your indulgence, I have lost the table diamond you gave me.
Alon. You would say, The fear of my displeasure has caused the perturbation in you; well, do not disquiet yourself too much; you say 'tis gone, I say so too. 'Tis stolen; and that by some thief, I take it: But, I will go and consult the astrologer immediately.
[He is going.
Theo. What have I done? To avoid one inconvenience, I have run into another: This devil of an astrologer will discover that Don Melchor has it.
[Aside.
Alon. When did you lose this diamond? The minute and second I should know; but the hour will serve for the degree ascending.
Theo. Sir, the precise time I know not; but it was betwixt six and seven in the evening, as near as I can guess.
Alon. 'Tis enough; by all the stars, I'll have it for you: Therefore, go in, and suppose it on your finger.