Wild. I am angry, and can hear nothing.
Beat. Money, money, money, money!
Wild. Do you think it a reasonable thing to put on two disguises in a night, to tempt a man? (Help me, Maskall, for I want arguments abominably.) I thank heaven I was never so barbarously used in all my life.
Jac. He begins to anger me in good earnest.
Mask. A thing so much against the rules of modesty! So indecent a thing!
Wild. Ay so indecent a thing: Nay, now I do not wonder at myself for being angry. And then to wonder I should love her in those disguises! To quarrel at the natural desires of human kind, assaulted by powerful temptations; I am enraged at that.
Jac. Heyday! you had best quarrel too for my bringing you the money.
Wild. I have a grudging to you for't: (Maskall, the money, Maskall! now help, or we are gone.)
Mask. Would she offer to bring money to you? first, to affront your poverty——