_Enter_ WILDBLOOD, BELLAMY, _and_ MASKALL. _Wild._ Did you speak with her woman? _Mask._ Yes, but she was in haste, and bid me wait her hereabouts when she returned. _Bel._ Then you have discovered nothing more? _Mask._ Only, in general, that Donna Theodosia is engaged elsewhere; so that all your courtship will be to no purpose--But for your mistress, sir, [_To_ WILD.] she is waded out of her depth in love to you already. _Wild._ That's very hard, when I am scarce knee-deep with her: 'Tis true, I have given her hold of my heart; but, if she take not heed, it will slip through her fingers. _Bel._ You are prince of the soil, sir, and may take your pleasure when you please; but I am the eve to your holiday, and must fast for being joined to you. _Wild._ Were I as thou art, I would content myself with having but one fair flight at her, without wearying myself on the wing for a retrieve; for, when all is done, the quarry is but a woman. _Bel._ Thank you, sir, you would fly them both yourself; and while I turn tail, we should have you come, gingling with your bells in the neck of my partridge. Do you remember who encouraged me to love, and promised me his assistance? _Wild._ Ay, while there was hope, Frank! while there was hope! but there's no contending with one's destiny. _Bel._ Nay, it may be I care as little for her as another man; but, while she flies before me, I must follow: I can love a woman first with ease; but if she begins to fly before me, I grow _opiniatre_ as the devil. _Wild._ What a secret have you found out? Why, 'tis the nature of all mankind: We love to get our mistresses, and purr over them, as cats do over mice, and let them go a little way; and all the pleasure is, to pat them back again: But yours, I take it, Frank, is gone too far. Pr'ythee, how long dost thou intend to love at this rate? _Bel._ Till the evil constellation be past over me: Yet, I believe, it would hasten my recovery, if I knew whom she loved. _Mask._ You shall not be long without that satisfaction. _Wild._ 'St, the door opens; and two women are coming out. _Bel._ By their stature, they should be thy gracious mistress and Beatrix. _Wild._ Methinks you should know your cue then, and withdraw. _Bel._ Well, I'll leave you to your fortune; but, if you come to close fighting, I shall make bold to run in, and part you. [BELLAMY _and_ MASKALL, _withdrawing_. _Wild._ Yonder she comes, with full sails i'faith! I'll hail her amain, for England. _Enter_ JACINTHA _and_ BEATRIX, _at the other end of the stage_. _Beat._ You do love him then? _Jac._ Yes, most vehemently! _Beat._ But set some bounds to your affection. _Jac._ None but fools confine their pleasure: What usurer ever thought his coffers held too much? No, I'll give myself the swing, and love without reserve. If I keep a passion, I'll not starve it in my service. _Beat._ But are you sure he will deserve this kindness?