_Mask._ You have lost her, or will lose her by your submitting: If we men could but learn to value ourselves, we should soon take down our mistresses from all their altitudes, and make them dance after our pipes, longer perhaps than we had a mind to't. But I must make haste, or I shall lose Don Melchor. _Wild._ Call Bellamy, we'll both be present at thy enterprize: Then I'll once more to the gaming-house with my small stock, for my last refuge: If I win, I have wherewithal to mollify Jacintha. If I throw out, I'll bear it off with huffing, And snatch the money like a bully-ruffin. [_Exeunt._ ACT IV. SCENE I. _Enter_ BELLAMY, WILDBLOOD, MASKALL, _in a Visor_. _Bel._ Here comes one, and in all probability it must be Don Melchor, going to Theodosia. _Mask._ Stand close, and you shall see me serve the writ upon him. _Enter Don_ MELCHOR. _Wild._ Now, Maskall. _Mask._ I stayed here, sir, by express order from the lady Aurelia, to deliver you this note; and to desire you, from her, to meet her immediately in the garden. _Mel._ Do you hear, friend! _Mask._ Not a syllable more, sir; I have performed my orders. [MASK. _retires to his Masters_. _Mel._ He's gone, and 'tis in vain for me to look after him. What envious devil has discovered to Aurelia that I am in town? It must be Don Lopez, who, to advance his own pretensions to her, has endeavoured to ruin mine. _Wild._ It works rarely. _Mel._ But I am resolved to see Aurelia; if it be but to defeat him. [_Exit_ MEL. _Wild._ Let's make haste after him; I long to see the end of this adventure. _Mask._ Sir, I think I see some women coming yonder. _Bel._ Well, I'll leave you to your adventures, while I prosecute my own. _Wild._ I warrant you have made an assignation to instruct some lady in the mathematics. _Bel._ I'll not tell you my design; because, if it does not succeed, you shall not laugh at me. [_Exit Bel._ _Enter_ BEATRIX; _and_ JACINTHA, _in the habit of a Mulatto_. _Wild._ Let us withdraw a little, and see if they will come this way. _Beat._ We are right, madam; 'tis certainly your Englishman, and his servant with him. But, why this second trial, when you engaged to break with him, if he failed in the first? _Jac._ 'Tis true, he has been a little inconstant, choleric, or so. _Beat._ And it seems you are not contented with those vices, but are searching him for more. This is the folly of a bleeding gamester, who will obstinately pursue a losing hand. _Jac._ On t'other side, you would have me throw up my cards, before the game be lost: Let me make this one more trial, when he has money, whether he will give it me; and then, if he fails-- _Beat._ You'll forgive him again.