_Wild._ Do you expostulate, you rascal! How he stares; I'll be hanged if he have not lost my gold at play: If you have, confess; you had best, and perhaps I'll pardon you; but if you do not confess, I'll have no mercy. Did you lose it?
_Mask._ Sir, 'tis not for me to dispute with you.
_Wild._ Why, then, let me tell you, you did lose it.
_Jac._ Ay, as sure as e'er he had it, I dare swear for him: But commend me to you for a kind master, that can let your servant play off three hundred pistoles, without the least sign of anger to him.
_Beat._ 'Tis a sign he has a greater bank in store, to comfort him.
_Wild._ Well, madam, I must confess I have more than I will speak of at this time; but till you have given me satisfaction----
_Jac._ Satisfaction! why, are you offended, sir?
_Wild._ Heaven! that you should not perceive it in me: I tell you, I am mortally offended with you.
_Wild._ You have done nothing, I warrant, to make a man jealous: Going out a gaming in masquerade, at unseasonable hours, and losing your money at play; that loss, above all, provokes me.
_Beat._ I believe you; because she comes to you for more. [_Aside._
_Jac._ Is this the quarrel? I'll clear it immediately.
_Wild._ 'Tis impossible you should clear it: I'll stop my ears, if you but offer it. There's no satisfaction in the point.
_Wild._ To do this in the beginning of an amour, and to a jealous servant as I am! had I all the wealth of Peru, I would not let go one maravedis to you.
_Wild._ Answer nothing, for it will but inflame the quarrel betwixt us: I must come to myself by little and little; and when I am ready for satisfaction, I will take it: But at present it is not for my honour to be friends.
_Beat._ Pray let us neighbour princes interpose a little.
_Wild._ When I have conquered, you may interpose; but at present the mediation of all Christendom would be fruitless.
_Jac._ Though Christendom can do nothing with you, yet I hope an African may prevail. Let me beg you, for the sake of the lady Fatima.
_Wild._ I begin to suspect, that lady Fatima is no better than she should be. If she be turned Christian again, I am undone.
_Jac._ By Alla, I am afraid on't too: By Mahomet, I am.
_Wild._ Well, well, madam, any man may be overtaken with an oath; but I never meant to perform it with her: You know, no oaths are to be kept with infidels. But----