Enter Maskall, Jacintha, and Beatrix.
Mask. But, madam, do you take me for a man of honour?
Jac. No.
Mask. Why there's it! if you had, I would have sworn that my master has neither done nor intended you any injury. I suppose you'll grant he knew you in your disguise?
Beat. Nay, to know her, and use her so, is an aggravation of his crime.
Mask. Unconscionable Beatrix! would you two have all the carnival to yourselves? He knew you, madam, and was resolved to countermine you in all your plots. But, when he saw you so much piqued, he was too good natured to let you sleep in wrath, and sent me to you to disabuse you: for, if the business had gone on till to-morrow, when Lent begins, you would have grown so peevish (as all good Catholics are with fasting) that the quarrel would never have been ended.
Jac. Well; this mollifies a little: I am content he shall see me.
Mask. But that you may be sure he knew you, he will bring the certificate of the purse along with him.
Jac. I shall be glad to find him innocent.
Enter Wildblood, at the other end of the stage.