Bel. Among the rest of your mistakes, sir, I must desire you to let my astrology pass for one: My mathematics, and art magic, were only a carnival device; and now that's ending, I have more mind to deal with the flesh, than with the devil.
Alon. No astrologer! 'tis impossible!
Mask. I have known him, sir, these seven years, and dare take my oath, he has been always an utter stranger to the stars; and indeed to any thing that belongs to heaven.
Lop. Then I have been cozened among the rest.
Theo. And I; but I forgive him.
Beat. I hope you will forgive me, madam, who have been the cause on't; but what he wants in astrology, he shall make up to you some other way, I'll pass my word for him.
Alon. I hope you are both gentlemen?
Bel. As good as the cid himself, sir.
Alon. And for your religion, right Romans——
Wild. As ever was Mark Anthony.