_Jac._ He's already in purgatory; but the next offence shall put him in the pit, past all redemption; pr'ythee sing, to draw him nearer: Sure he cannot know me in this disguise. _Beat._ Make haste, then; for I have more irons in the fire: When I have done with you, I have another assignation of my Lady Theodosia's to Don Melchor. SONG. _Calm was the even, and clear was the sky, And the new-budding flowers did spring, When all alone went Amyntas and I, To hear the sweet nightingale sing: I sate, and he laid him down by me, But scarcely his breath he could draw; For when, with a fear, he began to draw near, He was dashed with, A ha, ha, ha, ha! He blushed to himself, and lay still for a while, And his modesty curbed his desire; But strait I convinced all his fear with a smile, Which added new flames to his fire. O Sylvia, said he, you are cruel, To keep your poor lover in awe! Then once more he prest with his hand to my breast, But was dashed with, A ha, ha, ha, ha! I knew 'twas his passion that caused all his fear, And therefore I pitied his case; I whispered him softly, There's nobody near, And laid my cheek close to his face: But as he grew bolder and bolder, A shepherd came by us and saw; And just as our bliss we began with a kiss, He laughed out with, A ha, ha, ha, ha!_ _Wild._ If you dare be the Sylvia, lady, I have brought you a more confident Amyntas, than that bashful gentleman in your song. [_Goes to lay hold of her._ _Jac._ Hold, hold, sir; I am only an ambassadress sent you from a lady: I hope you will not violate the laws of nations. _Wild._ I was only searching for your letters of credence: but methinks, with that beauty, you look more like a herald that comes to denounce war to all mankind. _Jac._ One of the ladies in the masque to-night has taken a liking to you; and sent you by me this purse of gold, in recompence of that she saw you lose. _Wild._ And she expects in return of it, that I should wait on her: I'll do't,--where lives she? I am desperately in love with her. _Jac._ Why, can you love her unknown? _Wild._ I have a bank of love, to supply every one's occasions; some for her, some for another, and some for you; charge what you will upon me, I pay all at sight, and without questioning who brought the bill. _Jac._ Hey-day! you dispatch your mistresses as fast, as if you meant to o'er-run all womankind: Sure you aim at the universal-monarchy. _Wild._ Now I think on't, I have a foolish fancy to send the lady a taste of my love by thee. _Jac._ 'Tis impossible your love should be so humble, to descend to a mulatto.