_Mask._ A fair lady, and her woman, wait in the outer room to speak with you. _Bel._ But how know you she is fair? _Mask._ Her woman plucked up her veil when she spoke to me; so that having seen her this evening, I know her mistress to be Donna Aurelia, cousin to your mistress Theodosia, and who lodges in the same house with her: She wants a star or two, I warrant you. _Bel._ My whole constellation is at her service: But what is she for a woman? _Mask._ Fair enough, as Beatrix has told me; but sufficiently impertinent. She is one of those ladies, who make ten visits in an afternoon; and entertain her they see, with speaking ill of the last, from whom they parted: In few words, she is one of the greatest coquettes in Madrid; and to shew she is one, she cannot speak ten words without some affected phrase that is in fashion. _Bel._ For my part, I can suffer any impertinence from a woman, provided she be handsome: My business is with her beauty, not with her morals; let her confessor look to them. _Mask._ I wonder what she has to say to you? _Bel._ I know not; but I sweat for fear I should be gravelled. _Mask._ Venture out of your depth, and plunge boldly, sir; I warrant you will swim. _Bel._ Do not leave me, I charge you; but when I look mournfully upon you, help me out. _Enter_ AURELIA _and_ CAMILLA. _Mask._ Here they are already. [AUR. _plucks up her veil._ _Aur._ How am I dressed to-night, Camilla? is nothing disordered in my head? _Cam._ Not the least hair, madam. _Aur._ No! let me see: Give me the counsellor of the graces. _Cam._ The counsellor of the graces, madam! _Aur._ My glass, I mean: What, will you never be so spiritual as to understand refined language? _Cam._ Madam! _Aur._ Madam me no madam, but learn to retrench your words; and say ma'am; as, yes ma'am, and no ma'am, as other ladies' women do. Madam! 'tis a year in pronouncing. _Cam._ Pardon me, madam. _Aur._ Yet again, ignorance! Par-don, madam! fie, fie, what a superfluity is there, and how much sweeter the cadence is--parn me, ma'am! and for your ladyship, your la'ship.--Out upon't, what a furious indigence of ribbands is here upon my head! This dress is a libel to my beauty; a mere lampoon. Would any one, that had the least revenue of common sense, have done this? _Cam._ Ma'am, the cavalier approaches your la'ship. _Bel._ to _Mask._ Maskall, pump the woman; and see if you can discover any thing to save my credit. _Aur._ Out upon it! now I should speak, I want assurance. _Bel._ Madam, I was told you meant to honour me with your commands. _Aur._ I believe, sir, you wonder at my confidence in this visit; but I may be excused for waving a little modesty, to know the only person of the age. _Bel._ I wish my skill were more, to serve you, madam.