_Wild._ For aught I see, the great ladies have the appetites, which you slaves should have; and you slaves the pride, which ought to be in ladies. For, I observe, that all women of your condition are like women of the play-house, still picking at each other, who shall go the best dressed, and the richest habits; till you work up one another by your high flying, as the heron and jerfalcon do. If you cannot out-shine your fellow with one lover, you fetch her up with another: And, in short, all you get by it is only to put finery out of countenance; and to make the ladies of quality go plain, because they will avoid the scandal of your bravery. _Beat._ [_Running in_.] Madam, come away; I hear company in the garden. _Wild._ You are not going? _Jac._ Yes, to cry out a rape, if you follow me. _Wild._ However, I am glad you have left your treasure behind you: Farewell, fairy! _Jac._ Farewell, changeling!--Come, Beatrix. [_Exeunt Women._ _Mask._ Do you know how you came by this money, sir? You think, I warrant, that it came by fortune. _Wild._ No, sirrah, I know it came by my own industry. Did not I come out diligently to meet this gold, in the very way it was to come? What could fate do less for me? They are such thoughtless, and undesigning rogues as you, that make a drudge of poor Providence, and set it a shifting for you. Give me a brave fellow like myself, that, if you throw him down into the world, lights every where upon his legs, and helps himself without being beholden to fate, that is the hospital of fools. _Mask._ But, after all your jollity, what think you if it was Jacintha that gave it you in this disguise? I am sure I heard her call Beatrix as she went away. _Wild._ Umh! thou awaken'st a most villainous apprehension in me! methought, indeed, I knew the voice: but the face was such an evidence against it! if it were so, she is lost for ever. _Mask._ And so is Beatrix. _Wild._ Now could I cut my throat for madness. _Mask._ Now could I break my neck for despair, if I could find a precipice absolutely to my liking. _Wild._ 'Tis in vain to consider on't. There's but one way; go you, Maskall, and find her out, and invent some excuse for me, and be sure to beg leave I may come and wait upon her with the gold, before she sleeps. _Mask._ In the mean time you'll be thinking at your lodging. _Wild._ But make haste then to relieve me; for I think over all my thoughts in half an hour. [_Exit_ MASK.