Bel. Perhaps I may know something by my art concerning it; but, for your quiet, I wish you would not press me.
Alon. Do you think I am not master of my passions?
Bel. Since you will needs know what I would willingly have concealed, the person, who has your diamond, is he whom you saw last in your daughter's company.
Alon. You would say 'tis Don Melchor de Guzman. Who the devil would have suspected him of such an action? But he is of a decayed family, and poverty, it seems, has enforced him to it. Now I think on't better, he has e'en stolen it for a fee, to bribe his lawyer; to requite a lie with a theft. I'll seek him out, and tell him part of my mind before I sleep.
[Exit Alon.
Bel. So, once more I am at liberty: But this astrology is so troublesome a science—Would I were well rid on't!
Enter Don Lopez, and a Servant.
Lop. Astrology, does he say? O, cavalier, is it you? not finding you at home, I came on purpose to seek you out: I have a small request to the stars by your mediation.
Bel. Sir, for pity let them shine in quiet a little; for what for ladies, and their servants, and younger brothers, they scarce get a holiday in a twelve-month.
Lop. Pray, pardon me, if I am a little curious of my destiny, since all my happiness depends on your answer.
Bel. Well, sir, what is it you expect?