_Mask. to Cam._ Now, lady mine, what think you of my master? _Cam._ I think, I would not serve him for the world: Nay, if he can know our thoughts by looking on us, we women are hypocrites to little purpose. _Mask._ He can do that and more; for, by casting his eyes but once upon them, he knows whether they are maids, better than a whole jury of mid-wives. _Cam._ Now heaven defend me from him! _Mask._ He has a certain small familiar, which he carries still about him, that never fails to make discovery. _Cam._ See, they have done writing; not a word more, for fear he knows my voice. _Bel._ One thing I had forgot, madam; you must subscribe your name to it. _Aur._ There 'tis; farewell, cavalier, keep your promise, for I expect it furiously. _Cam._ If he sees me, I am undone. [_Hiding her face._ _Bel._ Camilla! _Cam._ [_starts and shrieks_.] Ah, he has found me; I am ruined! _Bel._ You hide your face in vain; for I see into your heart. _Cam._ Then, sweet sir, have pity on my frailty; for if my lady has the least inkling of what we did last night, the poor coachman will be turned away. [_Exit after her Lady._ _Mask._ Well, sir, how like you your new profession? _Bel._ Would I were well quit on't; I sweat all over. _Mask._ But what faint-hearted devils yours are, that will not go by water! Are they all Lancashire devils, of the brood of Tybert and Grimalkin, that they dare not wet their feet? _Bel._ Mine are honest land devils, good plain foot-posts, that beat upon the hoof for me: But to save their labour, here take this, and in some disguise deliver it to Don Melchor. _Mask._ I'll serve it upon him within this hour, when he sallies out to his assignation with Theodosia: 'Tis but counterfeiting my voice a little; for he cannot know me in the dark. But let me see, what are the words? Reads.] _Don Melchor, if the magic of love have any power upon your spirit, I conjure you to appear this night before me: You may guess the greatness of my passion, since it has forced me to have recourse to art; but no shape which resembles you can fright_ AURELIA. _Bel._ Well, I am glad there's one point gained; for, by this means, he will be hindered to-night from entertaining Theodosia.--Pox on him, is he here again? _Enter Don_ ALONZO. _Alon._ Cavalier Inglis, I have been seeking you: I have a present in my pocket for you; read it by your art, and take it. _Bel._ That I could do easily: But, to shew you I am generous, I'll none of your present; do you think I am mercenary? _Alon._ I know you will say now 'tis some astrological question; and so 'tis perhaps. _Bel._ Ay, 'tis the devil of a question, without dispute. _Alon._ No, 'tis within dispute: 'Tis a certain difficulty in the art; a problem, which you and I will discuss, with the arguments on both sides.