_Wild._ A great prince! a great Turk; we shall have thee, within these two days, do grace to the ladies, by throwing out a handkerchief; 'life, I could feast upon thy fragments. _Bel._ If the women come, you shall be sure to help me to undergo the burden; for, though you make me an astronomer, I am no Atlas, to bear all upon my back. But who are these? _Enter Musicians, with disguises; and some in their hands._ _Wild._ You know the men, if their masking habits were off; they are the music of our ambassador's retinue. My project is to give our mistress a serenade, this being the last evening of the carnival; and, to prevent discovery, here are disguises for us too. _Bel._ 'Tis very well; come, Maskall, help on with them, while they tune their instruments. _Wild._ Strike up, gentlemen; we'll entertain them with a song _a l'Angloise_; pray, be ready with your chorus. SONG. _After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain; Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover In her eyes pity, who causes my pain! When, with unkindness, our love at a stand is, And both have punished ourselves with the pain; Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is! Ah, what a pleasure to press it again! When the denial comes fainter and fainter, And her eyes give what her tongue does deny; Ah, what a trembling I feel, when I venture! Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy! When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing, And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain; Ah, what a joy 'tis, beyond all expressing! Ah, what a joy to hear--shall we again!_ THEODOSIA _and_ JACINTHA _above_. JACINTHA _throws down her handkerchief, with a favour tied to it_. _Jac._ Ill musicians must be rewarded: There, cavalier, 'tis to buy your silence. [_Exeunt women from above._ _Wild._ By this light, which at present is scarce an oath, an handkerchief, and a favour! [_Music and guittars tuning on the other side of the Stage._ _Bel._ Hark, Wildblood! do you hear? There's more melody: On my life, some Spaniards have taken up this post for the same design. _Wild._ I'll be with their catguts immediately. _Bel._ Pr'ythee, be patient; we shall lose the sport else. _Don_ LOPEZ and _Don_ MELCHOR _disguised, with Servants and Musicians on the other side_. _Wild._ 'Tis some rival of yours or mine, Bellamy; for he addresses to this window. _Bel._ Damn him, let's fall on then. [_The two Spaniards and the English fight: The Spaniards are beaten off the Stage; the Musicians on both sides, and Servants, fall confusedly one over the other. They all get off, only_ MASKALL _remains upon the ground_.