of beauty; and where there is so much besides, I'll never stand with you for that.

Jac. But, in earnest, do you love me?

Wild. Ay, by Alla, do I, most extremely: You have wit in abundance, you dance to a miracle, you sing like an angel, and, I believe, you look like a cherubim.

Jac. And can you be constant to me?

Wild. By Mahomet, can I.

Jac. You swear like a Turk, sir; but, take heed; for our prophet is a severe punisher of promise breakers.

Wild. Your prophet's a cavalier. I honour your prophet and his law, for providing so well for us lovers in the other world, black eyes, and fresh maidenheads every day go thy way, little Mahomet; i'faith, thou shalt have my good word. But, by his favour, lady, give me leave to tell you, that we of the uncircumcised, in a civil way, as lovers, have somewhat the advantage of your mussulman.

Jac. The company are rejoined, and set to play; we must go to them. Adieu; and when you have a thought to throw away, bestow it on your servant Fatima. [She goes to the company. Wild. This lady Fatima pleases me most infinitely: Now am I got among the Hamets, the Zegrys, and the Bencerrages. Hey, what work will the Wildbloods make among the Cids and the Bens of the Arabians?

Beat. to Jac. False, or true, madam?

Jac. False as hell; but, by heaven, I'll fit him for't! Have you the high-running dice about you? Beat. I got them on purpose, madam.

Jac. You shall see me win all their money; and when I have done, I'll return in my own person, and ask him for the money which he promised

me.

Beat. "Twill put him upon a strait to be surprised: But, let us to the table; the company stays for us. [The company sit. Wild. What is the ladies' game, sir?

Lop. Most commonly they use raffle; that is, to throw with three dice, till duplets, and a chance be thrown; and the highest duplet wins, except you throw in and in, which is called raffle; and that wins all.

Wild. I understand it: Come, lady, 'tis no matter what I lose; the greatest stake, my heart, is gone already. [To JACINTHA. [They play; and the rest by couples. Wild. So, I have a good chance, two quarters and

a sice.

Jac. Two sixes and a trey wins it.

[Sweeps the money. Wild. No matter; I'll try my fortune once again: What have I here, two sixes and a quarter?-An hundred pistoles on that throw.

Jac. I take you, sir.-Beatrix, the high running

dice.

Beat. Here, madam.

Jac. Three fives: I have won you, sir.

[Aside.

Wild. Ay, the pox take me for't, you have won me: It would never have vext me to have lost my money to a christian; but to a pagan, an infidel— Mask. Pray, sir, leave off while you have some money.

Wild. Pox of this lady Fatima! Raffle thrice together! I am out of patience. Mask. [To him.] Sir, I beseech lose, to lose en cavalier.

you, if you will

Wild. Tol de ra, tol de ra-pox and curse-tol de ra. What the devil did I mean, to play with this brunette of Afric? [The Ladies rise.] Will you be gone already, ladies?

Lop. You have won our money; but, however, we are acknowledging to you for the honour of your company.

[JAC. makes a sign of farewell to WILD. Wild. Farewell, lady Fatima.

[Exeunt all but WILD. and MASK. Mask. All the company took notice of your con

cernment.

Wild. 'Tis no matter; I do not love to fret inwardly, as your silent losers do, and, in the mean time, be ready to choak for want of vent.

Mask. Pray consider your condition a little; a younger brother, in a foreign country, living at a high rate, your money lost, and without hope of a supply. Now curse, if you think good.

Wild. No, now I will laugh at myself most unmercifully; for my condition is so ridiculous, that 'tis past cursing. The pleasantest part of the adventure is, that I have promised three hundred pistoles to Jacintha: But there is no remedy, they are now fair Fatima's.

Mask. Fatima!

Wild. Ay, ay, a certain African lady of my acquaintance, whom you know not.

Mask. But who is here, sir?

Enter JACINTHA and BEATRIX, in their own shapes. Wild. Madam, what happy star has conducted you hither to night!-A thousand devils of this fortune. [Aside.

Jac. I was told you had ladies here, and fiddles; so I came partly for the divertisement, and partly out of jealousy.

Wild. Jealousy! Why sure you do not think me a pagan, an infidel' Eut the company's broke up, Am I to wait upon you home, or will

you see.

you be so kind to take a hard lodging with me tonight?

Jac. You shall have the honour to lead me to my father's.

Wild. No more words, then; let's away, to prevent discovery.

Beat. For my part, I think he has a mind to be rid of you.

Wild. No: But if your lady should want sleep, 'twould spoil the lustre of her eyes to-morrow. There were a conquest lost.

Jac. I am a peaceable princess, and content with my own; I mean your heart and purse; for the truth is, I have lost my money to-night in masquerade, and am come to claim your promise of supplying me.

Wild. You make me happy by commanding me: To-morrow morning my servant shall wait upon you with three hundred pistoles.

Jac. But I left my company, with promise to return to play.

Wild. Play on tick, and lose the Indies, I'll discharge it all to-morrow.

Jac. To-night, if you'll oblige me.

Wild. Maskall, go and bring me three hundred pistoles immediately.

Mask. Are you mad, sir?

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 mas

ter, 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.

Jac. Sure, 'tis impossible.

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.

Jac. You'll hear me?

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. Jac. To this I answer

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.