_Jac._ 'Tis true, I have been flattered in my own country, with an opinion of a little handsomeness; but how it will pass in Spain is a question. _Wild._ Why, madam, are you not of Spain? _Jac._ No, sir, of Morocco: I only came hither to see some of my relations, who are settled here, and turned Christians, since the expulsion of my countrymen, the Moors. _Wild._ Are you then a Mahometan? _Jac._ A Mussulman, at your service. _Wild._ A Mussulwoman, say you? I protest, by your voice, I should have taken you for a Christian lady of my acquaintance. _Jac._ It seems you are in love then: If so, I have done with you. I dare not invade the dominions of another lady; especially in a country where my ancestors have been so unfortunate. _Wild._ Some little liking I might have, but that was only a morning-dew; 'tis drawn up by the sunshine of your beauty: I find your African Cupid is a much surer archer than ours of Europe. Yet would I could see you; one look would secure your victory. _Jac._ I'll reserve my face to gratify your imagination with it; make what head you please, and set it on my shoulders. _Wild._ Well, madam, an eye, a nose, or a lip shall break no squares: The face is but a span's breadth of beauty; and where there is so much besides, I'll never stand with you for that. _Jac._ But, in earnest, do you love me? _Wild._ Ay, by Alla, do I, most extremely: You have wit in abundance, you dance to a miracle, you sing like an angel, and, I believe, you look like a cherubim. _Jac._ And can you be constant to me? _Wild._ By Mahomet, can I. _Jac._ You swear like a Turk, sir; but, take heed; for our prophet is a severe punisher of promise breakers. _Wild._ Your prophet's a cavalier. I honour your prophet and his law, for providing so well for us lovers in the other world, black eyes, and fresh maidenheads every day: go thy way, little Mahomet; i'faith, thou shalt have my good word. But, by his favour, lady, give me leave to tell you, that we of the uncircumcised, in a civil way, as lovers, have somewhat the advantage of your mussulman. _Jac._ The company are rejoined, and set to play; we must go to them. Adieu; and when you have a thought to throw away, bestow it on your servant Fatima. [_She goes to the company._ _Wild._ This lady Fatima pleases me most infinitely: Now am I got among the Hamets, the Zegrys, and the Bencerrages. Hey, what work will the Wildbloods make among the Cids and the Bens of the Arabians? _Beat. to Jac._ False, or true, madam? _Jac._ False as hell; but, by heaven, I'll fit him for't! Have you the high-running dice about you? _Beat._ I got them on purpose, madam. _Jac._ You shall see me win all their money; and when I have done, I'll return in my own person, and ask him for the money which he promised me.