Mel. Sir——
Alon. I know what you would say, but your discovery comes too late now.
Mel. Why, the ladies are found.
Aur. But their inclinations are lost, I can assure you.
Jac. Look you, sir, there goes the game: Your plate-fleet is divided; half for Spain, and half for England.
Theo. You are justly punished for loving two.
Mel. Yet I have the comfort of a cast lover: I will think well of myself, and despise my mistresses.
[Exit.
DANCE.
Bel. Enough, enough; let's end the carnival abed.
Wild. And for these gentlemen, whene'er they try, May they all speed as soon, and well as I.