_Bel._ Clear, dost thou say? No, 'tis full of rocks and quicksands: Yet nothing vexes me so much, as that she is in love with such a poor rogue. _Mask._ But that she should lodge privately in the same house with us! 'twas oddly contrived of fortune. _Bel._ Hang him, rogue! methinks I see him, perching, like an owl, by day, and not daring to flutter out till moonlight. The rascal invents love, and brews his compliments all day, and broaches them at night; just as some of our dry wits do their stories, before they come into company. Well, if I could be revenged on either of them! _Mask._ Here she comes again, with Beatrix; but, good sir, moderate your passion. _Enter_ THEODOSIA _and_ BEATRIX. _Bel._ Nay, madam; you are known; and must not pass till I have spoken with you. [BEL. _lifts up_ THEODOSIA'S _veil_. _Theo._ This rudeness to a person of my quality may cost you dear. Pray, when did I give you encouragement for so much familiarity? _Bel._ When you scorned me in the chapel. _Theo._ The truth is, I denied you as heartily as I could, that I might not be twice troubled with you. _Bel._ Yet you have not this aversion for all the world: However, I was in hope, though the day frowned, the night might prove as propitious to me as it is to others. _Theo._ I have now a quarrel both to the sun and moon, because I have seen you both by their lights. _Bel._ Spare the moon, I beseech you, madam; she is a very trusty planet to you. _Beat._ O, Maskall, you have ruined me! _Mask._ Dear sir, hold yet! _Bel._ Away! _Theo._ Pray, sir, expound your meaning; for, I confess, I am in the dark. _Bel._ Methinks you should discover it by moonlight. Or, if you would have me speak clearer to you, give me leave to wait on you at a midnight assignation; and, that it may not be discovered, I'll feign a voyage beyond sea, as if I were going a captaining to Flanders. _Mask._ A pox on his memory! he has not forgot one syllable! _Theo._ Ah, Beatrix! you have betrayed and sold me! _Beat._ You have betrayed and sold yourself, madam, by your own rashness to confess it; heaven knows I have served you but too faithfully. _Theo._ Peace, impudence! and see my face no more! _Mask._ Do you know what work you have made, sir? _Bel._ Let her see what she has got by slighting me. _Mask._ You had best let Beatrix be turned away for me to keep: If you do, I know whose purse shall pay for't. _Bel._ That's a curse I never thought on: Cast about quickly, and save all yet. Range, quest, and spring a lie immediately! _Theo. [To_ BEAT.] Never importune me farther; you shall go; there's no removing me. _Beat._ Well; this is ever the reward of innocence---- [_Going._ _Mask._ Stay, guiltless virgin, stay; thou shalt not go! _Theo._ Why, who should hinder it?