_Wild._ [_Solus_.] Hang it! now I think on't, I shall be but melancholic at my lodging; I'll go pass my hour at the gaming-house, and make use of this money while I have tools, to win more to it. Stay, let me see,--I have the box and throw. My Don he sets me ten pistoles; I nick him: Ten more, I sweep them too. Now, in all reason, he is nettled, and sets me twenty: I win them too. Now he kindles, and butters me with forty. They are all my own: In fine, he is vehement, and bleeds on to fourscore or an hundred; and I, not willing to tempt fortune, come away a moderate winner of two hundred pistoles. SCENE II. _The_ SCENE _opens and discovers_ AURELIA _and_ CAMILLA: _Behind them a table and lights set on it. The Scene is a Garden with an arbour in it._ The garden-door opens! How now, Aurelia and Camilla in expectation of Don Melchor at the garden door! I'll away, least I prevent the design, and within this half hour come sailing back with full pockets, as wantonly as a laden galleon from the Indies. [_Exit._ _Aur._ But dost thou think the Englishman can keep his promise? For, I confess, I furiously desire to see the idea of Don Melchor. _Cam._ But, madam, if you should see him, it will not be he, but the devil in his likeness; and then why should you desire it? _Aur._ In effect 'tis a very dark enigma; and one must be very spiritual to understand it. But be what it will, body or phantom, I am resolved to meet it. _Cam._ Can you do it without fear? _Aur._ No; I must avow it, I am furiously fearful; but yet I am resolved to sacrifice all things to my love. Therefore, let us pass over that chapter. [_Don_ MELCHOR, _without_. _Cam._ Do you hear, madam, there's one treading already; how if it be he? _Aur._ If it be he! that is to say his spectre, that is to say his phantom, that is to say his idea, that is to say, he, and not he. _Cam._ [_Crying out_.] Ah, madam, 'tis he himself; but he's as big again as he used to be, with eyes like saucers. I'll save myself. [_Runs under the table._ _Enter Don_ MELCHOR: _They both shriek_. _Aur._ Oh heaven! humanity is not able to support it. [_Running._ _Mel._ Dear Aurelia, what mean you? _Aur._ The tempter has imitated his voice too; avoid, avoid, spectre. _Cam._ If he should find me under the table now! _Mel._ Is it thus, my dear, that you treat your servant? _Aur._ I am not thy dear; I renounce thee, spirit of darkness! _Mel._ This spirit of darkness is come to see an angel of light by her command; and to assure her of his constancy, that he will be her's eternally. _Aur._ Away, infernal! 'tis not thee; 'tis the true Don Melchor that I would see. _Mel._ Hell and furies! _Aur._ Heaven and angels! Ah---- [_Runs out, shrieking._