_Mel._ Is the devil in this old man, first to give me occasion to confess my love, and, when he knew it, to promise he would keep my counsel? But who are these? I'll not be seen; but to my old appointment with Theodosia, and desire her to unriddle it. [_Exit_ MEL. SCENE III. _Enter_ MASKALL, JACINTHA, _and_ BEATRIX. _Mask._ But, madam, do you take me for a man of honour? _Jac._ No. _Mask._ Why there's it! if you had, I would have sworn that my master has neither done nor intended you any injury. I suppose you'll grant he knew you in your disguise? _Beat._ Nay, to know her, and use her so, is an aggravation of his crime. _Mask._ Unconscionable Beatrix! would you two have all the carnival to yourselves? He knew you, madam, and was resolved to countermine you in all your plots. But, when he saw you so much piqued, he was too good natured to let you sleep in wrath, and sent me to you to disabuse you: for, if the business had gone on till to-morrow, when Lent begins, you would have grown so peevish (as all good Catholics are with fasting) that the quarrel would never have been ended. _Jac._ Well; this mollifies a little: I am content he shall see me. _Mask._ But that you may be sure he knew you, he will bring the certificate of the purse along with him. _Jac._ I shall be glad to find him innocent. _Enter_ WILDBLOOD, _at the other end of the stage_. _Wild._ No mortal man ever threw out so often. It could not be me, it must be the devil that did it: He took all the chances, and changed them after I had thrown them. But, I'll be even with him; for, I'll never throw one of his dice more. _Mask._ Madam, 'tis certainly my master; and he is so zealous to make his peace, that he could not stay till I called him to you.----Sir. _Wild._ Sirrah, I'll teach you more manners than to leave me another time: You rogue, you have lost me two hundred pistoles, you and the devil your accomplice; you, by leaving me to myself, and he, by tempting me to play it off. _Mask._ Is the wind in that door? Here's like to be fine doings. _Wild._ O mischief! am I fallen into her ambush? I must face it out with another quarrel. [_Aside._ _Jac._ Your man has been treating your accommodation; 'tis half made already. _Wild._ Ay, on your part it may be. _Jac._ He says you knew me. _Wild._ Yes; I do know you so well, that my poor heart aches for't. I was going to bed without telling you my mind; but, upon consideration, I am come---- _Jac._ To bring the money with you. _Wild._ To declare my grievances, which are great and many. _Mask._ Well, for impudence, let thee alone. _Wild._ As, in the first place---- _Jac._ I'll hear no grievances; where's the money? _Beat._ Ay, keep to that, madam. _Wild._ Do you think me a person to be so used? _Jac._ We will not quarrel; where's the money? _Wild._ By your favour we will quarrel.