_Jac._ No; the love you made was certainly a design of charity you had to reconcile the two religions. There's scarce such another man in Europe, to be sent apostle to convert the Moor ladies.
_Wild._ Faith, I would rather widen their breaches, than make them up.
_Jac._ I see there's no hope of a reconcilement with you; and therefore I give it over as desperate.
_Wild._ You have gained your point, you have my money; and I was only angry, because I did not know 'twas you, who had it.
_Jac._ This will not serve your turn, sir: what I have got, I have conquered from you.
_Wild._ Indeed you use me like one that's conquered; for you have plundered me of all I had.
_Jac._ I only disarmed you, for fear you should rebel again; for if you had the sinews of war, I am sure you would be flying out.
_Wild._ Dare but to stay without a new servant, till I am flush again; and I will love you, and treat you, and present you at that unreasonable rate, that I will make you an example to all unbelieving mistresses.
_Jac._ Well, I will try you once more; but you must make haste then, that we may be within our time; methinks our love is drawn out so subtle already, that 'tis near breaking.
_Wild._ I will have more care of it on my part, than the kindred of an old pope have to preserve him.
_Jac._ Adieu; for this time I wipe off your score, till you are caught tripping in some new amour. [_Exeunt Women._
_Mask._ You have used me very kindly, sir; I thank you.
_Wild._ You deserved it for not having a lie ready for my occasions. A good servant should be no more without it, than a soldier without his arms. But, pr'ythee, advise me what's to be done to get Jacintha.
_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._