THE Fatal Jealousy.  
A TRAGEDY.  
Acted at the Duke's Theatre.  

Licenced  
Novemb. 22, 1672. Roger L'Estrange.   
LONDON, Printed for Thomas Dring, at the White Lion, next Chancery-Lane end in Fleetstreet. 1673.   


The Actors Names.  
Don Antonio. A Jealous Lord. 
Mr. Smith.  Don Gerardo. Friend to Antonio. 
Mr. Medburn.  Don Francisco. A Young Lord. 
Mr. Young.  Done Sebastian. Friend to Francisco. 
Mr. Crosby.  Jasper. A Villain. Servant to Antonio. 
Mr. Sandford.  Pedro. Servant to Antonio. 
Mr. Burford.  Servant To Gerardo. 
Mr. Norris.  Captain of the Watch. 
Mr. Nath. Leigh.   

Soldiers.    

Women.  
Caelia. Wife to Antonio. 
Mrs. Shadwel.  Eugenia. Sister to Caelia. 
Mrs. Betterton.  Flora. Waiting Woman to Caelia. 
Mrs. Osborn.  Nurse To Caelia. 
Mr. Nokes.  Witch. Aunt to Jasper. 
Mrs. Norris.   

Spirits.  
Gipsies.     

PROLOGUE  
By Mr. Smith.  

TO you, great Sovereign Wits, that have such sway,  
Without Control to save, or damn a Play;  
That with a pish, my Anthony, or so,  
Can the best Rallied sense at once o'er throw;  
And by this power, that none must question now,  
Have made the most Rebellious Writers bow,  
Our Author, here his low Submission brings,  
Begging your pass, calls you the Stages Kings;  
He says, nay, on a Playbook, swears it too,  
Your pox uppo'nt damn it, what's here to do?  
Your nods, your winks, nay, your least signs of Wit,  
Are truer Reason than e'er Poet writ,  
And he observes do much more sway the Pit.  
For sitting there h'has seen the lesser gang  
Of Callow Critics down their heads to bang;  
Lending long Ears to all that you should say,  
So understand, yet never hear the Play:  
Then in the Tavern swear their time 've lost,  
And Curse the Poet put 'em to that cost.  
And if one would their just Exceptions know,  
They heard such, such, or such a one say so;  
And thus in time by your dislikes they rise,  
To be thought Judges, though indeed but spies.  
This is not fair your Subjects to betray  
To those that strive to Rival you in sway;  
That will in time by your expense of wit,  
Usurp o'er us, and your successors sit.  
These and some other dangers to remove,  
We beg that though this Play you disapprove,  
Say nothing of it here, and when you're gone,  
We give that leave you'll take to cry it down;  
Thus you preserve your power, and we shall be  
From Fops, and Demi-Criticks Censure free.   

Subdued by force, we Tyrants thus obey,  
But Ladies, you like lawful Monarch's sway,  
You Rule by Love, and Pardon faults with ease,  
In Subjects that do all they can to please.  
By faction they condemn, you by our Peers;  
And he is guilty sure such Trial fears:  
And though our Author pleads not guilty now.  
And to his Trial stands, he hopes that you,  
Will not too strictly his accusers hear,  
For if this Play can draw from you a Tear,  
He'll slight the Wits, Half-Wits, and Critics too;  
And Judge his strength by his well pleasing you.    

THE Fatal Jealousy.  

Act the First. Scene the First.  The Curtain drawn Discovers Don Antonio and Caelia in Morning-Gowns. Chamber and Bed. Cael. 
MY Lord, you well may blame my conduct of that business,  
Since it produced such dismal Accidents,  
As my heart trembles but to think upon;  
Yet for Don Lewis' Innocence and mine,  
In the contrivance of that Fatal Meeting;  
I must for ever, during Life, be Champion.  
And, as he with his dying breath protested,  
He ne'er meant wrong to you; so am I ready  
To die a Martyr to my Innocence.  Anto. 
Come, come, these are but wiles to Palliate things,  
Can you believe me stupid, or an Ass?  
To think my Wife should meet a Man i'th' Night;  
Nay, more; a Man that was my seeming Friend:  
Yet taken in at Window privately!  
Nay, which was most, stay with him two full hours,  
And in a Room made proper by a Bed,  
And yet not Cuckold me; the thing's too plain,  
I do not doubt the deed, which I've Revenged  
In part, by killing him: No, I am mad,  
That you should think so meanly still of me,  
As to hope time may alter my belief;  
Which is by such unerring Reasons fixed:  
Or else that you suspect my Truth, when I have sworn  
By all things sacred; nay, upon my Honour  
(Which I am so Jealous of) that if you would  
Relate the truth of your so close amours,  
I from my memory would blot it all,  
And look on you at worst, but as the Widow  
Of your dead Cousin Lewis.  Cael. 
Good my Lord,  
Forbear to use these kill Arguments,  
Which every moment give me many Deaths,  
Rather be like yourself, that's Generous,  
And kill me once for all; torment me not  
By giving no belief, either to Vows  
Or Actions that have spoke my Innocence:  
Reflect (my Lord) on the unwearied pains  
I've took to gain your pardon for his Death.  
Think with what patience I've suffered still  
Your often starts of Passion, which sometimes  
Have ne'er produced th' effects of Cruelty.  
And without boast, my Lord, you well do know  
My Friends were much too strong for yours at Court,  
Then had I but made known your severe Carriage,  
Or suffered your surprisal— 'tis too plain;  
Your Life had been a forfeit to the Law.  
And were I but the wanton Wife you think me,  
What would more welcome be then that Revenge—  
Here on my knees I beg again, my Lord,  
You would persuade yourself, that what I told you  
Was cause of that close meeting, was so truly,  
And no invention; and as this Day  
Began our Nuptial Joys, so let it end  
Our Marriage Discords; then shall I have cause  
To keep it Annually a Festival;  
In thanks to Heaven for two such mighty Blessings.  Anto. 
Caelia, stand up, I will persuade myself.  
By this— I will as much as e'er I can,  Kisses her. 
That thou art Innocent, for if thou be'st not,  
What Woman in the World ought to be thought so?  
But prithee be discreet, manage thy Actions  
With strictest Rules of Prudence, for if not,  
Like to a Bow or'e-bent, I shall start back,  
And break with passion on thee: wilt thou be careful?  Cael. 
Oh! I am paid for all my sufferings,  
This kindness does or'e-joy me, which, my Lord,  
Let me for ever lose when any Act  
Of mine, shall justly make a forfeit of it.  Enter Flora. Flor. 
My Lord, here's Don Gerardo come to see you.  Anto. 
Admit him in.  Exit Flora. Cael. 
I will retire, my Lord.  Anto. 
You need not, Caelia.  Enter Gerardo. 
Welcome, Gerardo, this is like a Friend,  
That name should know no Ceremonious Laws,  
Let them make formal Visits that maintain,  
As formal Friendships; ours is tried and true.  Gerar. 
This, as I take it, was your Wedding-day,  
At which (your pardon, Madam, for a truth.)  
I was a Jealous waiter; your great worth  
Made me to fear I then had lost a Friend,  
And in that room should an acquaintance find.  Cael. 
But now, my Lord, you see how you mistook,  
I was a Rival to his Mistresses,  
But to his Friends, one to increase their number.  Ger. 
I find the truth so great, I wish you may  
Live long and happy to possess that place;  
Yet I'll confess I did not lose my fears,  
Till my dear Friend was pleased to use my Sword,  
As Second, in the Quarrel with your Kinsman,  
The Unfortunate Don Lewis; and I protest  
Such Joy I met to be employed by him,  
That I ne'er sought to know what caused the quarrel.  Cael. 
My Lord, I beg your pardon,  
I have some little business in my Closet  
Which forces me retire.  Ger. 
Your Lady looks as if she were displeased.  Anto. 
That Kinsman whom I slew is never named,  
But if she hears it she avoids the place.  Ger. 
I'm troubled much to be th' occasion now.  Anto. 
No matter, Friend, she only knows the cause,  
Why from such Friendship we grew Enemies,  
And there is reason why she should be grieved.  Ger. 
That sudden and so secret Quarrel  
Did much amaze all Naples;  
And I (as Actor in it) often have been pressed  
To tell the cause, which yet I never could.  Anto. 
No, Friend, nor never must:  
The Generous Lewis; so I'll call him now,  
Since he so bravely died, was always just  
During that little time he breathed this Air;  
After his mortal Wound, for he Related  
A Story of it fitted us for pardon:  
Yet never told that Secret, only known  
On Earth, to him, to Caelia, and myself.  Ger. 
I'm not inquisitive, nor never was,  
There may be secrets fit for no Man's hearing.  
And 'tis an Act of Friendship full as great.  
To tell a Friend I hid a secret from him,  
As to Relate it, since they both show Candour—  Anto. 
Happy Antonio, in a Friend so just!  Ger. 
Happy Gerardo, rather, that can say  
He's sure he has a Friend, that dares employ him;  
For confidence in Friends makes Friendship sure.  Anto. 
And dearest Friend, I'll not doubt yours so much,  
To think you would not use this Life of mine,  
As 'twere your own in any thing concerns you.  Ger. 
ne'er doubt it, Friend, I soon shall find occasion  
Boldly to use the power, and to speak truth;  
My coming now was chief to that purpose;  
Though I intended to spend this day too  
In Recreation with you, and to see you Bedded,  
Like a new Bride and Bridegroom,  
Then wishing you long: long and lasting Joys,  
Retire, and wish to Copy out your Life.  Anto. 
Has Don Gerardo Service for Antonio,  
His own Antonio, and yet defers to name it?  
Speak your Commands, that I as swift may fly  
To put 'em into Action, as I did  
At first to meet those pleasures Lovers long for.  Ger. 
My fears persuade me I shall speak too soon,  
Yet dress yourself, and come into the Garden,  
I with impatience there will wait to tell you.  Anto. 
Go then, you shall not long be silent.  Ex. Gerardo. 
Who waits there?  Enter Pedro, and Exit. 
Pedro, call my Wife—  
My Wife, said I! Gerardo, didst thou know  
The secret fears contained within this Bosom,  
thou'dst sooner pity me, than wish my Life:  
How can I think her story of the Jewels,  
And other matters 'bout her Father's Will,  
Can have produced so scandalous a Meeting?  
And yet she still avows it! Oh, Jealousy!  
Where will these panting fears still hurry me?  
I hourly seek to find what I would give,  
A thousand Worlds my heart would ne'er believe;  
And yet for what do I thus vex myself?  
For that, which if 'twas gone, I could not miss;  
No, would I could, for than I'd never fear,  
But when I found her Honour gone astray,  
I'd send her Life to fetch mine back again.  Enter Caelia. Cael. 
What's your Command, my Lord?  Anto. 
Prithee, my Dear, do not retire too much,  
But show a merry freedom to our Friends,  
That they may think us happy, themselves welcome.  Cael. 
My Lord, I shall, and reason have to do it;  
But I desire you would dispense my absence,  
Only a little time, I being preparing  
A general Confession I shall make to Morrow.  Anto. 
You'll be too long about it.  Cael. 
No, my Lord, I take the shortest way  
In writing what my thoughts can recollect.  Ant. 
You would not let me read it, when you've done?  Cael. 
I do confess I should be loath, my Lord.  
But yet from any Sin concerns yourself,  
I am as free as are the purer Angels,  
Or may I find no profit by my Prayers.  Anto. 
I will believe thee; go, make haste and do it.  Ex. Caelia. 
Yet, if't be possible, I'm resolved to see it;  
'Twill Cure my fears, perhaps, or change their Natures,  
And make 'em certainties the lesser evil cause sooner Cured:  
For Jealousies with fear doth plague the mind,  
But that is Cured when certainties we find.  Ex. Anto. The Scene changes, Discovers Jasper, as from Bed, Buttoning himself. Jasp. 
Oh, plague o''is Old Bitch, she has kept me  
So awake with her Coughing all Night, that I  
Have quite outslept myself.  Looks on's Watch. 
By Heaven near Ten a Clock, and she not gone  
Yet— plague on her— she'll be catched, and I shall  
Be turned away— why Nurse— make haste, 'tis Ten a  
Clock and past, you will be wanting.  Nurse within. 
That cannot be, alas, the times but short  
That I've been with thee, my Dear.  Jasp. 
No, perhaps you think so;  
But let me ever want money to drink,  
If I have not thought the time longer  
Than her Life has been, and that began beyond the memory  
Of ma. What drudgery am I forced to undergo to  
Get a little money to support me— that I may Live to  
Watch all apted times for my Revenge on this whole  
Family, who Rise upon the Ruins of our House.  
This Nurse of Ninety never stays with me but I'd as  
live have been Rid by a Nightmare.  Enter Nurse. Nurse. 
What's that, Night-Mate? Am I a Nightmare?  Jasp. 
No, Nurse, I said, I was troubled with a Nightmare,  
And should be worse, were it not for thy Company.  Nurse. 
Nay, I am good Friend of thine every way.  Jasp. 
That's true; but Nurse make haste, for I am  
Damnably afraid Flora suspects us e'er since  
She took me in your Chamber, and if she should  
Take you here, and tell my Lady, I should be turned  
Away, for you know she loves me not e'er since I  
Gave my Lord notice of her meeting Don Lewis,  
To give him the money and Jewels, her Father  
Left privately in her hands for him when he died.  Nurse. 
I Chuck, but why didst thou do so?  Jasp. 
In hopes to have got some of the money for my  
Discovery, what made her tempt me with the  
Trust of money, and give me none to keep Counsel.  
But prithee Nurse be gone.  Nurse. 
I, give me but one buss, and I will.  Kisses him, and is going. Jasp. 
What a belch was there to perfume it?  She comes back. Nurse. 
Sweet Rogue, I cannot go without the other kiss.  Jasp. 
Oh, Nurse! you will undo me; prithee no more.  Nurse. 
What, Rascal, slight my favours? you shall repent it.  Jasp. 
No, Nurse, think not so, but—  Flora within. 
Why, Nurse, Nurse, my Lady wants you; come away there,  Flora within. 
I know where you have been all Night.  Jasp. 
Why, there 'tis— this is what I feared, I am undone,  
A plague of Cupboard Love— step into the Closet.  Nurse. 
What's that you say, Cupboard Love?  Jasp. 
No, no, prithee no Arguments, but step into the Closet.  Flora within. 
Why, Nurse, I say! why don't you come away?  
My Lady wants you.  Jasper goes to the Door. Jasp. 
Flora, what's the matter with you? Nurse is not here;  
Do but come in and see.  Enter Flora. Flor. 
Come, come, she must be here; for she  
was not in her own Bed to Night, and where should  
She be, but with you?  Jasp. 
With me! what the Devil should she do with me?  
Can't her Old Chops mumble her Beads o'er, but I  
Must keep count of her her Pater Nosters: No, no, she's  
Gone on Pilgrimage to some Shrine, to beg Children  
For my Lady; 'tis a devout Old Woman.  Flor. 
Devout! I, her Devotion and yours are much alike,  
The Fit ne'er took you but once in your Lives, and  
Then, 'tis true you wept at Prayers, that was, at your  
Own Christen.  Jasp. 
Prithee more Charity, sweet dear Flora; come, let  
Me kiss thee.  Flor. 
Pray forbear, I'd sooner kiss a Horse.  Jasp. 
Why so scornful, dear Flora?  Flor. 
That's not my business; come, tell me, where's the Nurse?  Jasp. 
Prithee, why dost ask me for the Nurse? Dost think  
I am so hot to make Love to a Monument? Why, she's  
Old enough to be Mother of all Mankind; her skin's  
Turned to parchment, he that should enjoy her, had as  
Good lie with a bundle of Old Records. In truth, she's  
Fit for nothing now, but to be hanged up amongst the  
Monsters in a Pothecaries' Shop, where, with abuse to  
The Beast, she would be taken for a large Ape's skin stuffed  
With Hay. Ah, Flora, if she were as Young as thou art,  
then't might be likely, I might find her when she was lost.  Flor. 
Well, if she be not here now, I'm sure it was not for  
Nothing you once lost your way into her Chamber,  
And stayed all Night.  Jasp. 
Mere Drunkenness, by this Light, Flora! Why, if it had  
Been a Vault full of Dead Carcases, I should have slipped  
Into it in the pickle I was in— Nay, for aught I know,  
With more pleasure too.  Enter Nurse. Nurse. 
Now out upon you for a Rogue,  
There's no enduring this.  Jasp. 
Do but hear me, Nurse.  Flor. 
Ay, hear him, Nurse, he'll be sure to recant and  
Swear you're as sweet as— a— faugh— so sweet—  Nurse. 
What, Hussy, dare you abuse me— I that gave suck  
To my Lady before thou wast born— you Young Whore.  Flor. 
Young Whore! why not Old Whore, Nurse, as well as  
Young Whore?  Nurse. 
You damned Young Slut, I'll tear out your Eyes.  Flor. 
My Feet shall save my Eyes, except you can outrun  
Me to my Lady.  Exit Flora. Jasp. 
Have not you made fine work now? I but dissembled  
To take off suspicion— and you must show yourself,  
I'm sure I shall be turned away for your folly.  Nurse. 
But dissembled, said you? Marry, there's dissembling indeed.  Jasp. 
Nay, Nurse, consider, dost think I would have spoke so  
In thy hearing, had it been for any other thing? But  
Prithee kiss me— I protest thou'rt as sweet as Arsifettito.  Nurse. 
Arsifettito! What's that?  Jasp. 
A Rich perfume the Chemists make, and good against  
Fits o'th' Mother. But what shall I do now? I shall  
Be turned away.  Nurse. 
I'll warrant thee, I'll place thee with Eugenia, she  
Shall take care of thee for mine and a Friends sake  
Of hers.  Jasp. 
Ay, ay, that's Francisco; but you have promised me  
Often to tell me a secret concerns them; prithee  
Do't now, Nurse.  Nurse. 
But will you ne'er speak on't? If you do, I shall  
Get no more money for thee, Jasper; that's the way,  
I get all, Chuck; no, no, no matter what's between them,  
Trust thou to me.  Jasp. 
Well, Nurse, I thought you had Loved me, but I see  
You do not; you know I can keep secrets.  Nurse. 
Ay, but this is such a one I dare not tell it; besides;  
It was not Eugenias-fault at first— alas, poor  
Fool, she was in a sad taking, when she found  
Her Cousin Francisco in Bed with her.  Jasp. 
In Bed, sayest thou?  Nurse. 
Lord bless me! what have I done? If you should  
Tell now.  Jasp. 
ne'er fear it, tell me all: I would not for the  
World have missed this Story, it makes a full amends  
For all my Crosses; come, Nurse, prithee quickly  
Tell me all passages.  Nurse. 
I tell no more, my mind misgives me I've said  
Too much already.  Jasp. 
Not tell me more, Old Beldame? Speak it quickly,  
Or what I know shall soon unto my Lord.  Nurse. 
How now! Is this dissembling too?  Jasp. 
No, 'tis as great a truth as what you told me of,  
Don Francisco's Bedding with Eugenia; tell me the  
Rest, and by it save your Life.  Nurse. 
Dear Jasper, be not angry, and I will.  Jasp. 
Come, Nurse, do it, and then we'll kiss and be Friends.  
I shall have use of her.  Aside. Nurse. 
Now thou shalt have my heart; and thus it is:  
Don Francisco doth often meet Eugenia i'th'  
Garden, who, to avoid suspicion, after her Sisters  
In Bed, by my means gets her Nightgown, and  
Puts it on so to avoid being known, should any see her.  Jasp. 
Oh, Excellent! when do they meet again?  Nurse. 
I've promised him this Night, though she was loath,  
Till I told her he would but take his leave, for she's  
Grown a little backward, now she's to marry Don Gerardo.  Jasp. 
Is she to marry him, sayest thou?  Nurse. 
I, sure, for he makes Love to her, and she's so hot  
Upon't, that she vows after this Night never to meet  
Francisco any more; but I'll go Live with her,  
And so shalt thou.  Jasp. 
Ay, s●● will— i'th' Garden, sayest thou, and in her  
Sister's Gown, no body with them!  Nurse. 
Yes, the Lord Sebastian, he knows all, and always  
Waits upon 'em.  Jasp. 
That's well, keep thou the secret close, and ne'er fear me;  
But if my Lord should ask suspiciously questions  
About his Wife— name Pedro to him, say, when he's  
From Home, that Fellow stays too long within her  
Chamber, and say, that Flora waits; leave me to prove  
It true.  Nurse. 
Why, 'tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damned a Lye.  Jasp. 
Why? You're a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it,  
Only we'll be Revenged of Pedro, and that Slut, for  
They're our Enemies; besides, if you won't, I'll swear  
You told me so, and moreover, let him know all the  
Rest you've told me.  Nurse. 
Nay, don't be angry, and I'll do any thing.  Enter Caelia, Pedro, and Flora. Cael. 
Oh, thou Old doting Fool! what, still remain here!  
What punishment is proper for thy Age? As for you,  
Sirrah, I believe my Lord will find a way quickly to  
Send you packing.  Jasp. 
It may be so, but 'tis without a cause,  Cael. 
Impudent Villain! how I do hate thy sight.  
Fellow you me.  To Nurse. Ex. Cael. Nurse, & Flora. Ped. 
What, i'th' dumps, Signior! all a mort for your  
Mistress, faith man, take it not so to heart, there are others  
I'th' World as Young, though few may be as handsome.  Jasp. 
Ay, Sir, 'tis to be supposed; you can boast it by Experience,  
There are Young Ladies for spruce ‛ Pedro's— Jasper—  
Must be content with their Nurses.  Ped. 
Content, say you? I, Marry, if she content you not, the  
Devil can't; why, she's a Dish of variety, like a huge  
Olio; there's all Ages of Women in her. Thou art  
The happiest man in a Mistress, Jasper— faith, I envy thee.  Jasp. 
'Tis very well.  Ped. 
Not too well neither.  Jasp. 
You may laugh; you stand on the top of Favour,  
Have a care of falling down, I may catch you  
One day.  Ped. 
No, never with an Old Woman; it's worse than  
Committing Incest; to Cuckold, for aught I know, a  
dozen Generations.  Jasp. 
Rest you merry, I can leave you.  Ped. 
But I'll not quit you so.  Exeunt. Enter Antonio and Gerardo Discoursing. Ger. 
In this, dear Friend, consists my happiness;  
Therefore deny me not— Why pause you, Sir?  
My fears are come about—  Anto. 
What, hath Eugenia given her consent?  Ger. 
I say not so, my Lord, but her denials  
Were spoke so faintly, I Interpret well.  Anto. 
Dear Friend, I am afraid you do mistake  
The Object of your Joys, let me persuade  
You to believe, there's not that happiness  
In Marriage-Beds, as single People guests,  
No, no, so far from that, that thousands be  
Flattered by hopes to endless misery.  
And where there's two obtain their hearts desire,  
Ten thousand miss it, and in grief expire.  Ger. 
Were these Positions true, there's no man, sure,  
If Widowed once, could other Wives endure.  
And yet we see the first deprived of Life,  
There's few that seek not for a second Wife.  Anto. 
'Tis true, though strange, but yet our minds are such,  
As always find too little, or too much;  
Desire's a Monster, whose extended Maw  
Is never filled, tho' it doth all things draw:  
For we with envious Eyes do others see,  
Who want our ills, and think they happy be,  
Till we possessing what we wished before,  
Find our ills doubled, and so wish for more.  Ger. 
Suppose all true which you would have me fear,  
Ills in possession still the greatest are:  
And my desires to such a height do rise,  
T' attain their ends, I should all else despise.  Anto. 
Since you're resolved, I'll not your ends deny,  
But pray my words prove false when e'er you try;  
Though well they speak, who say the damned State,  
Chief consists in wishing things too late:  
Eugenia's Father left her to my care,  
Which trust to end so well I did despair:  
Then name the day of Marriage—  Ger. 
No delay  
My thoughts admit; I wish it were to day.  Anto. 
That cannot be, to Morrow I approve.  Ger. 
Time will fly slow, though Imped with wings of Love.  Enter Caelia and Eugenia. Cael. 
My Lord, I beg your pardon for a short interruption.  Ger. 
Madam, 'tis I have cause to beg your pardon,  
Thus to detain your Lord, on's Wedding-day,  
A Day in Justice should be wholly yours.  Cael. 
My Lord is happy so to be detained,  
And I am always happy when he's so.  
But good, my Lord, your Ear—  Ger. 
Madam, if you repent not what you've said,  Whispers Anto. he takes a paper privately out of her pocket. 
In answer to those Vows of my Affection,  
I then dare hope I may in time be happy.  Eugen. 
Tho' I ne'er thought your words were further means,  
Then to pass time away in Raillery;  
Yet were my Answers such, as if you had  
Told me a real Story of your Love:  
And the same Answers I'll again renew;  
My Will's confined; my Father's last Commands  
Left me no Choice but another's will;  
If I were free, I then durst speak my thoughts:  
But I, in all, my Brother must obey.  Ger. 
He checks your Actions only, thoughts are free,  
Suppose him willing, would you favour me?  Eugen. 
But to suppose without his Will's a Crime,  
If I that supposition should declare.  Ger. 
I do confess I should be loath to own  
That Blessing which I rate above my Life,  
If 'twere bestowed by any hands but yours;  
Therefore by all your hopes I do conjure you,  
If you dislike my Love, Command my silence.  Eugen. 
Interpret well my blushes, when I say  
I cannot find a thought for such Commands.  Ger. 
Then I am happy 'bove the reach of Envy;  
For I have his consent already granted,  
He named the day of Marriage as you entered.  Eugen. 
You see, my Lord, that I had cause for fear,  
Since I'm bestowed, and my consent ne'er asked.  
Sure my dead Father ne'er designed it so?  Ger. 
Madam, I beg your pardon, for a truth  
Might well excuse your Brother in this matter;  
I urged to him I doubted not your favour,  
On which Condition he did grant me his.  Eugen. 
I shall hear further of it from himself,  
Till when, I beg your pardon.  Offers to go out. Anto. 
Sister, pray stay, for I have business with you.  
I know, my Dear, you never Loved that Fellow,  
Which since you do not, though he serves me well,  
Yet I'm resolved for this to part with him,  
Tho' I could think a Pension for your Nurse,  
To keep her at a distance, were as well.  Cael. 
Though now her dotage makes her want discretion,  
Her Love to us was great.  Anto. 
Come, trouble not yourself about it, he shall go.  Cael. 
My Lord, I'll trouble you no further.  Ger. 
I'll wait upon you, Madam.  Ex. Gerar. and Cael. Anto. 
Sister, you know your Father was my Friend,  
And was so confident that I was his,  
He trusted all your Fortunes in my hands,  
Though he had Brothers Living when he Died,  
He told you too, and left it in his Will,  
That what you had was mine, if you did Marry  
Without my Approbation: Is't not true?  Eugen. 
Sir, 'tis a truth I'm glad of.  Anto. 
These things your Kindred though, did call contrivance,  
Which made their hatred rise so much against me,  
It makes a fewed betwixt our Families,  
Which soon would come to Blood, but for Respect  
They bear my Wife, their Cozen.  Eugen. 
Brother, I cannot answer for their Actions,  
My own Respects to you were never wanting.  Anto. 
I do not deny it, Sister; and to prove  
I never did, nor will deserve worse from you,  
If you are willing now to change your State,  
And know a man preferred in your Election,  
Let him have Blood and worth, you and your Fortune  
I freely will resign into his hands.  
Then truly speak your thoughts.  Eugen. 
Surely, my Lord,  
You'd scarcely think I should be worth your care,  
If I should choose before you named one to me.  Anto. 
Sister, I see your Kindred's Jealousies  
Partly infects you too; but to remove them,  
What think you of Gerardo, for a Husband?  
My wishes meet with yours, if he's their Object;  
You know I'm no Dissembler.  Eugen. 
Nor shall you find me so; for I confess  
In this you prove your Kindness, Care, and Justice;  
And I must meet it with my greatest thanks.  Anto. 
I'm joyful for it; to morrow is the day,  
A private Wedding will prevent all Rumour,  
You'd best withdraw then to provide yourself.  Ex. Eugen. 
What Paper's this I got out of her Pocket?  
Pray Heaven it be the right; it is the same,  
The very same— what makes me tremble!  
Is't horror or desire, or both assault me?  
Be it what it will, 'tis Hell to live in doubt;  
But stay, my Conscience says 'tis Sacrilege—  
What's that? A word by cunning Priests invented  
To keep the Cheats they live by from our knowledge;  
As the Egyptian did with Hieroglyfficks;  
But be it what it will, a Name, or thing,  
I'll read it, for't may Cure my Jealousy,  
And surely that exceeds Hell's misery.  
But to my Closet, where no Eye can see,  
All are called Pious, who live scandal free.  Exit. Enter Eugenia and Nurse. Eugen. 
Since he has promised but to take his leave,  
And neither then, nor never urge more Sin,  
I am content to give him this last meeting.  Nurse. 
He'll be a glad man, I'm sure— but what shall poor  
Jasper do?  Eugen. 
If he will marry you, I'll keep you both.  Nurse. 
Thank you, Madam, I'll tell him your good will.  Exit. Eugen. 
What by this cursed Sin am I reduced to?  
To be a Slave to Slaves; nay, worse, a Bawd,  
A Name so base, professed one's do detest it,  
And yet I'm one, this cursed Hellish Hag has made me so.  
The first did sell, and then betrayed my Honour,  
Yet thinks she has obliged me by the Action.  
Nay, I am forced to say so now to please her;  
Some heavenly Angel make me Chaste again,  
Or make me nothing, I am resolved to try,  
Before I'd still live Whore, I'd choose to die.  Enter Jasper. Jasp. 
I'm come to thank your Ladyship for the great care,  
Nurse says, you have of me; but faith, Madam, I  
Was ne'er made to be Steel to a Tinderbox; she's  
Mere Touchwood; no, I'm not for Marrying great  
Grannums: But if your Ladyship knows any Young  
Dame, that wants a strong back to do her drudgery,  
Though it be in her Lord's absence, I'm content.  Eugen. 
What, is the Fellow mad?  Jasp. 
No, Madam, not mad at all, but can as soberly keep  
Council as the best Young Gallant of 'em all; and am  
As able to do the feat: Please your Ladyship to try me,  
And praise me as you find; if you dislike my work,  
I'll lose my labour, and have nothing for my pains.  Eugen. 
Oh, strange, unheard-of Impudence! Out, Villain.  Ex. Jasp. 
So scornful! Villain! Nay, if you call me so, 'tis time  
To be so; what a Devil ails my face, that she contemns  
Me thus? May be my Nose is not long enough she thinks,  
Pox on her Pride, 'tis that or'e-comes her Lechery— I must  
Alter my Trade, for I was ne'er born I see to thrive by  
Love; then I'll set up a shop of hatred, and the Wares I  
Vent shall be Revenge, that may hit; but hold, my Lord.  Enter Antonio. Anto. 
What have I got? Am I more satisfied  
By this same Paper than I was before?  
No, not at all; and yet why should I not?  
There's not a thought set down concerneth me—  
Yet that's her policy—  
She either feared that I should get the Paper,  
Or else on purpose did contrive I might;  
But how can I know that? This Jealousy,  
If it continue long, will make me mad.  Jasp. 
Well, the Devil has put him on this pin merely  
To do me a kindness.  Anto. 
And yet it must continue, who can Cure it?  
Ay, there's it, who can Cure it? Then I must be mad!  
Nay, I'm mad already, stark mad!—  Jasp. 
My good Lord.  Anto. 
What's the matter? I fear he heard me.  Aside. Jasp. 
I come to take leave of your Lordship, I have  
Enemies I hear have turned me going.  Anto. 
Is't not deservedly, thou Goat?  Jasp. 
Yes, yes, it may be so, since they will have it so;  
But if I had never seen, I had ne'er been turned  
A way for doing: If I were as ready to make  
Mischief, as I am feared to be; Nurse and I had not  
Been only the Sufferers.  Anto. 
Explain your Riddle, Sirrah.  Jasp. 
Nay, let my Tongue come out  I say any thing to  
Disquiet your Lordship, I love you better.  Anto. 
Disquiet me! What lies within thy power to say that  
Can disquiet me?  Jasp. 
Nay, nothing it may be, my Lady is my Lady, and  
You are a kind Lord, that's all I know; so begging  
Your Lordships Discharge, I'm gone, and then your  
Fears are over.  Anto. 
Villain, thou'st given me poison; my veins swell  
With it, produce the Antidote, or I'll dissect thy Soul  
To find it out; what is't you know that can disquiet me?  Jasp. 
I know little, my Lord, to'th' purpose, besides, it will  
But vex you, since there may be no harm in it.  Anto. 
Come, come, no going back, tell quickly what you know.  Jasp. 
I know, why, I know that my Lady hates me,  
Because I told your Lordship the time she was to  
Deliver the Jewels and Money to Don Lewis, and  
Still she calls me false in being true to you— but—  Anto. 
But what?  Jasp. 
But if I should say all I know— well, but let  
That alone, good, my Lord, your Discharge.  Anto. 
Vile Dog, dost raise my Anger for to play with it?  
I'll vent it upon thee then.  Draws, and cuts at him. Jasp. 
Hold, hold, my Lord, and I'll tell all I know.  Anto. 
Let's hear it.  Jasp. 
When you lay hid about Don Lewis' death, I've  
Often seen a Lady in the Night to meet two Men  
I'th' Garden, but am not sure it was your Lady.  Anto. 
What makes you name her then?  Jasp. 
Her Gown, I think it was her Gown.  Anto. 
Was't often, say you?  Jasp. 
Yes, every Night, except you lay at home, for I  
Took pains to watch, they never failed coming,  
But there was but one of them went into the House,  
Sir, and he neither would not stay above an hour  
At most: this is all.  Anto. 
All, quoth a! What Devil would have more,  
If 'twas my Lady.  Jasp. 
I can't say that, but yet I dare be sworn it was  
Her Gown, I do believe, I mean, I think it was.  Anto. 
Can you not guests the men?  Jasp. 
I think they were Francisco and Sebastian.  Anto. 
It must be they; a plague upon their Feuds;  
They can Revenge themselves upon my Wife:  
Go, call the Nurse, this she must needs conspire in;  
But keep all private from her.  Exit Jasper: 
Is she so buxom? Has she more Kinsmen Stallions?  
I'll cleanse her Blood, or empty all her veins;  
Confessions calls she these! Betwixt Religion and her Lechery  
The Devil dances Barley-break— but hold— why  
Mayn't the Rogue contrive this for Revenge?  
For if I reflect his pretending not to tell, did but  
Usher in the Story. I must be cautious of a too light belief.  Enter Caelia. Cael. 
My Lord, by Accident I've lost a Paper, which troubles me.  Anto. 
A Paper, say you? I took up one i'th' Garden, and I  
Think this is it.  Cael. 
It is, my Lord, and I rejoice no other Person found it.  Anto. 
Why, what is it?  Cael. 
'Tis the Confession that I told you of.  Anto. 
I might have read it then, and ne'er asked you, had  
I but known it.  Cael. 
If your Lordship pleases you may read it.  Anto. 
No, no, I will not, but prithee keep it better.  Cael. 
My Lord, there are some Tenants, who desire to express  
Their Loves by Rural Recreations—  Anto. 
Bid 'em stay, their sporrs are more in season after Dinner.  
So willing now to have it read, and yet before so backward!  Ex. Cael. 
Why, this confirms me she is false, it was contrived  
On purpose for my sight. The Devil's not so cunning  
As a Woman.  Enter Nurse. 
Oh, Beldame, are you come? Tell me, you Bawd,  
Who Whores my Wife? For Whore I know she is,  
And you're her Bawd. Tell me, I say, the man,  
The place, the Circumstance, and very time,  
Or I will quarter thee, and throw thy flesh to'th' dogs.  Nurse. 
Alas, my Lord, I know nothing but that when  
You're from Home, Pedro goes to her Chamber, and  
Stays there all Night, but what they do, I know  
Not, for none but Flora's with them.  Anto. 
Pedro! Oh monstrous, she would devour a Legion!  
Is't every Night, do you say?  Nurse. 
Yes, every Night; but I durst never tell you!  
Alas, she sucked these Breasts.  Anto. 
Show me this Night Pedro, in Bed with her,  
Or I will cut thy Tongue out.  Nurse. 
'Tis impossible when you are at home.  Anto. 
I will contrive a Journey out of Town, but will at  
Twelve return, then let me in; for if you fail  
I'll cut your Throat.  Nurse. 
I'll do my best.  Exit. Anto. 
Pedro! What sordid Devil prompted her to that?  
Why, I am known to all the World a Cuckold;  
The very Boys i'th' street must point at me;  
But hold, this new Intelligence struck out the old,  
And made me quite forget about Francisco.  Enter Jasper. 
Oh, Jasper! I'm confirmed my Wife's a Devil,  
And I will send her to the rest  Morning;  
Go and contrive a Letter from Don John;  
Shall intimate he's sick, and wants my presence,  
Then I'll contrive the rest.  Jasp. 
Be not too rash, my Lord, might I advise  
You should be certain  you Acted aught.  Anto. 
How can I be more certain than this Night,  
To be Eye-witness of her Lust myself,  
As Nurse has undertaken I shall.  Jasp. 
Ay, Sir, but things may fail, and they not meet.  Anto. 
Name a more certain way then.  Jasp. 
My Lord, there lives a Woman in the Suburbs  
Mighty in Science, who by Art can tell  
All that she pleases, I'd have you go to her.  Anto. 
Is she of your acquaintance?  Jasp. 
No, my Lord, she scorns such things as me,  
She's for the great ones; though for Charity,  
She sometimes helps poor people to their goods,  
I'm sure she'd serve your Lordship.  Anto. 
I fear she'll never trust us, lest we should betray  
Her to the Inquisition.  Jasp. 
No fear of that, she cannot be betrayed,  
She knows men's business ere they come unto her.  Anto. 
Well then, contrive my absence, I'll go thither,  
I'm sure to know whether she cheats or no,  
For if she names Don Lewis ' mongst the rest,  
I shall believe her. Well, about the Letter.  Exit. Jasp. 
Are you there with your Bears; Don Lewis say you?  
Marry now I find 'twas Jealousy of his Wife;  
And not the matter of Money made him kill him,  
Whether he was guilty or no; I'll be sure he shan't  
Be forgot, for I'll before hand to my Aunt, and tell  
Her all; I hope, she is a Witch; the People say so, a  
Mighty Artist I am sure she is, for she has done  
Strange things, and all men fear her, besides I  
Know she loves me, and will strive all she can to  
Do me good, and hap what will my Lord will  
Think me honest; for Night will surely show his  
Sister to him, dressed in's Lady's Gown, what though  
He kill her, the mistake will lie o'th' Night, and not  
On me, thus I make good the Villain that she called  
Me, in my Revenge on her; and if Nurse fails me  
Not, I'll have my Lady, and Pedro; finely firked.—  
When this is done, my Lord rewards my care,  
Let him the danger I'll the profit share.  
And since things Excellent commended be,  
'Tbe my Aim t'excel in Villainy.  
The End of the first Act.   

Act the Second.  Enter Jasper and the Witch. Jasp. 
‛ THis kindness, Aunt, I beg, your Art must do;  
For I have no way else to save my place.  Witch. 
Why, 'tis impossible; I've no such Art  
As People think, to call up Spirits to me;  
Nor know I any thing, but what is told me.  Jasp. 
Now you dissemble, Aunt, for han't you often  
Raised Storms, have rend up Trees, and shook strong  
Towers? Seeming to threaten Nature with its end;  
And at such times have sent strange shaped  
Spirits, who have restored to owner's stolen Goods.  
These things so many know, it is impossible  
For you to keep it private; but I find,  
Rather than trust me with your mighty secrets,  
Or help me with your Art, you'll see my Ruin.  Witch. 
These things you speak of, people think I do,  
And so I'd have 'em; for 'tis the only way I have to Live:  
The Vulgar People love to be deluded;  
And things the most unlikely they most dote on;  
A strange Disease in Cattle, Hogs or Pigs,  
Or any Accident in Cheese or Butter;  
Though't be but Natural, or a Sluts fault,  
Must straight be Witchcraft! Oh, the Witch was here!  
The Ears or Tail is burned, the Churn is burned;  
And this to hurt the Witch, when all the while  
They're likest Witches that believe such Cures;  
Can I do all that People think I can,  
I'd ne'er take pains to find out stolen Goods,  
Or hold intelligence with Thiefs to bring 'em,  
Merely to get my Bread; no, I would make  
The Universe pay Tribute to my power,  
And all the  Lords Inquisitors  
More tremble at my Name than I do now  
At theirs: Ah, Jasper, would I raise  
Storms when I would, blast Corn, turn Rivers backward,  
Change shapes, moved where I pleased i'th' Air,  
And that so fast, as thought itself would  
Hardly overtake me:  
What is't I could not do? if all were true  
The Foolish People think, the Pope himself would  
Quickly lose Respect,  
And none be thought infallible but I  Jasp. 
I'm sure I tremble for your want of power,  
More than I should to see Hell's dreadfullest shape,  
For I must fly the Town.  Witch. 
Jasper, not so; though I can raise no Devils,  
Yet I Confederate with Rogues and Tailors,  
Things that can shape themselves like Elves,  
And Goblins—  
And often do like Spirits haunt great Houses,  
Most times to steal, but many times for mirth;  
These I'll soon send for; arise, my Pincula.  Enter a little Devil, and tumbles the Summerset. Jasp. 
heavens bless me! save me, good Aunt.  Witch. 
From what? You Fool, 'tis but a little Boy,  
Which I instruct to carry on my Cheats:  
Come, leave your Fooling, I have business for you;  
Uncase yourself, and quickly go and find  
Ranter, and Swash, Dive, Fob, Snap, Gilt, and Pick-lock,  
Those are my Archest Devils; as you go  
Call upon Dog'rell the Ballad-maker, and say  
I want him straight, bid them be sure  
To bring home half a dozen more with them,  
For I shall need their help, let 'em not fail,  
For money's to be got.  Devil. 
'Tis that will make 'em come; I'll haste, forsooth.  Exit. Jasp. 
I'm glad it's gone, for surely it was a Devil,  
What ever you pretend.  Witch. 
Thou'rt a Fool:  
It was a Boy, I tell thee, and no Devil;  
Nor am I a sorceress, though I could wish  
To do thee good I was: But 'tis no matter;  
Bring thou thy Lord, I'll practise well enough  
To make him think all true, that I shall show him.  Jasp. 
You now Revive my Drooping Spirits, Aunt, and  
Make my hopes grow strong! Ah sweet Revenge,  
How my soul Dances but with thoughts of it;  
Assist me, Aunt, to get this mighty Blessing, and I  
Shall die your slave.  Witch. 
O rare Boy!  
How I rejoice to see this Spirit in thee,  
For 'tis the virtue of our Family  
To seek Revenge, not basely swallow wrongs:  
Don Sancho De Monsalvo, thy Grandsire  
Was for a while Vice-Admiral of Spain,  
But than disgraced turned Pirate and Revenged  
With Fire and Sword on all Mankind, the wrongs  
He thought the Court had basely placed on him;  
At last he was betrayed and lost his head,  
Thy Father turned Bandit, what he got  
I did dispose of for him; but his Fate  
Betrayed him too to Death by Execution:  
Since when I by these Arts do strive to live,  
And thou art forced to serve—  
That very Lord, who does those Lands  
Possess should have been thine.  Jasp. 
But will e'er long mount to some higher sphere,  
Or die in the attempt; this Plot, perhaps, may do,  
And I thereby obtain some part of my Estate  
Again; for if the plotted mischiefs shall succeed,  
I'll tell him whom I am, and my resolves, either  
To share his Fortunes or Reveal all. Then I will  
Rise Don Jasper De Monsalvo, and Cheek by Jowl,  
Ask how Antonio does. Then don't forget the names.  Witch. 
Not one of them: I know them very well.  Jasp. 
Farewell, Dear Aunt, but don't you seem to know me.  Witch. 
Out you great Fool! What become my Instructor?  
Be careful of yourself, and fear not me. Farewell, boy.  Exeunt. Enter Antonio, Gerardo, Caelia, Eugenia, as to a Masque, and take their seats. Ger. 
Have you heard, Madam, what they represent?  Caelia. 
My Lord, I'm told they mean to play the Gipsies,  
And tell our fortunes to us.  Anto. 
I would they could.  Eugen. 
If all Man's life determined is before,  
I would not know my Destiny methinks,  
For good is best, when least it is Expected;  
And bad fore-seen is doubled by our fear  
Things certain no foreknowledge can prevent  
Such knowledge only can bring discontent.  Ger. 
In this with you I perfectly agree.  Anto. 
Yet for all that I wish I could foresee.  Caelia. 
My Lord, what profit by it would you gain?  Anto. 
'Twould cure doubt to me the deadliest pain.  Ger. 
Doubt is th'effect of fear or Jealousy,  
Two Passions which to Reason give the Lie  
For fear torments, but never does assist,  
And Jealousy is love lost in a Mist.  
Both Hoodwink truth, then go to blindman's buff,  
Cry here, then there, seem to direct enough:  
But all the while shift place making the mind  
As it goes out of breath despair to find.  
And if at last something it stumbles on,  
Perhaps it calls it false and then 'tis gone.  
If true, what's gained only just time to see  
A breachless Play a Game at Liberty;  
That has no other end then this, that men  
Run to be tired just to set down again.  Anto. 
This is a truth, and so for aught I know,  
To the same purpose tends all things we do:  
Life's a Disease, and yet we seldom say,  
That Man is sick whom we see laugh and play;  
And 'tis as well to bid the Bedrid ride,  
As to bid Men in doubt be satisfied:  
For 'tis the mind's Disease, and Physic should  
Be proper to't, or else the Patient's fooled.  
And there's no Drug in Nature doubt to Cure  
But only one, and that is to be sure.  Cael. 
Yes, Circumstance, my Lord, if well applied.  Anto. 
I've known that often fail, when it was tried.  
But they come—  Flourish. Enter first Gipsy, and sings. 1. Gipsy. 
COme, come, away; follow, follow your Prince,  
I am King of the swarthy Complexions;  
Fellow me that can lead you through Chimneys and Chinks  
To steal Bacon and Pease,  
Nay, sometimes with ease  
To a Feast of the choicest Confections.  
Come, follow me then, come away, come away.  Enter second Gipsy, and sings. 2. Gip. 
We know no Rebellion, but obey, but obey,  
To our King we are just,  
And true to our trust,  
Leaving discord to those, that their Princes oppose,  
When by the Spirit of Treason in Nonsense they pray.  Enter all the rest, and sing. Chor. 
We know, etc.  1. Gip. 
Come then, and follow, a prize, a prize, a prize.  2. Gip. 
Give the word then, and hollo.  All. 
A prize, a prize, a prize.  1. Gip. 
Here are Gallants and Ladies have Fortunes to tell.  2. Gip. 
We'll tell 'em good Fortune if they give us aspell.  1. Gip. 
A hand crossed with silver the Spirit infuses.  2 Gip. 
There's no Prophet lately that mettle refuses.  1. Gip. 
Men get Heaven now by Bargain and Sale.  Chor. 
Masses, Trentals, and Dirges  
Are not had for no Charges,  
And a Vicar for nothing won't tell you a Tale.  All. 
Masses, etc.  1. Gip. 
All things are bought and sold.  2. Gip. 
Good Fortune goes with Gold.  1. Gip. 
Fall on to your Trading then.  Men Gip. 
W''re for the Ladies.  Wom. Gip. 
And we for the Men.  1. Gip. 
To Cael. Lady, you have lost a Lover,  
Cross my hand, I'll more discover.  2. Gip. 
To Anto. My Lord, I know you baseness scorn,  
And would be loath to wear a Horn.  1. Gip. 
To Eug. Lady, some do speak you fair,  
That hatred to your welfare bear.  2. Gip. 
To Ger. My Lord, you Love a handsome Lady,  
She Loves you as well it may be.  1. Gip. sings. 
Thus we seldom miss the matter,  
Things past we can tell, by these Generals well,  
And ne'er stay to prove the truth of the latter.  All. 
Things past, etc.  1. To Cael. 
You shall Live long and happily, Lady.  2. To Anto. 
My Lord, I can tell you, good Fortunes your Friend.  1. To Eug. 
You shall e'er long play with your own Baby.  2. To Ger. 
Your Love, my Lord, will have good end.  1. Gip. sings. 
Thus we Live merrily, merrily, merrily,  
And thus to our Dancing we sing;  
Our Lands and our Live  
Lie in others believings,  
When to all Men we tell the same thing:  
And thus to our Dancing we sing.  
Thus we, etc.  An Antique of Gipsies, and Exeunt. Anto. 
By this we see that all the Worlds a Cheat,  
Where truths and falsehoods lie so intermixed,  
And are so like each other, that 'tis hard  
To find the difference; who would not think these People  
A real pack of such as we call Gipsies.  Ger. 
Things perfectly alike are but the same;  
And these were Gipsies, if we did not know  
How to consider them the contrary:  
So in Terrestrial things there is not one  
But takes its Form and Nature from our fancy;  
Not its own being, and is what we do think it.  Anto. 
But truth is still itself.  Ger. 
No, not at all, as truth appears to us;  
For oftentimes  
That is a truth to me that's false to you,  
So 'twould not be if it was truly true.  Enter Pedro and a Servant, with a Letter to Antonio. Seru. 
My Lord, Done John salutes you in that Letter.  Cael. 
How does my Cousin, Friend?  Seru. 
Madam, I fear he's drawing near his end.  Cael. 
Pray Heaven divert it.  Anto. 
The Letter shows, that Death did guide his hand;  
It only says, Oh Friend, come now or never.  Ger. 
How did his Sickness take him?  Seru. 
Chasing the Buck too hard; he hot with Labour,  
Drunk of a cooling Spring too eagerly,  
And that has given him pains, the Doctors say,  
Will give him Death immediately.  Cael. 
Heaven grant him help.  Anto. 
Return, and tell thy Lord, I'm at thy heels.  
Pedro, bring my Boots, and bid two Horses be made  
Ready.  Cael. 
Whom do you take, my Lord?  Anto. 
Pedro:— but hold, Jasper is not discharged,  
I'll e'en take him.  Cael. 
Jasper, my Lord! Pray take not him.  Enter Ped. with Boots. Anto. 
Why not him, there are no Nurses there?  
Where's Jasper Pedro?  Ped. 
He said he would not dine, and went  
Abroad, yet I suppose he may be now in's Chamber.  Anto. 
Reach my Boots, who has worn 'em lately?  
I do believe you get into my Boots.  Ped. 
I, my Lord.  Strikes Pedro with a Boot top. Anto. 
I, you, my Rogue! Go, see for Jasper.  Exit Pedro. Cael. 
My Lord! Why do you thus disturb yourself?  Anto. 
You see the blow don't maim him, you need  
Not be concerned.  Caelia. 
What means my Lord?  Anto. 
As you hate Jasper, I hate whom I please.  Enter Jasper. Cael. 
His sight strikes terror to me!  Anto. 
Jasper, make ready, you must go with me.  Exit Jasp. Cael. 
Here on my knees I beg you would not take him:  
But if you be resolved, let me go too.  Anto. 
That cannot be: Don John's a Bachelor,  
And is not fitted to have Women guests.  Cael. 
I will dispense with any thing, my Lord,  
Then let me go, or do not take Jasper.  Anto. 
Come, I must break this Childish way of yours,  
Jasper shall go, and you shall stay at home,  
And so Farewell; make merry with our Friends.  Ger. 
Do not resolve, my Lord; see how she takes it.  Anto. 
This passion soon will over; farewell, Friend,  
I shall return to give Eugenia to you.  Exit Anto. Ger. 
I ne'er perceived his will to reign before,  
Some sudden fancy makes him Obstinate.  Eug. 
So, give her Air, she comes to herself.  Cael. 
Where is my Lord! What gone! am I deluded?  
I Saw an Angel lead him back again.  Ger. 
Her fancy is disturbed, make no answer:  Cael. 
Why Sister, where's my Lord?  Eug. 
Do not disturb yourself, my Brother's well.  Cael. 
Get me a horse, for I will follow him.  Enter Antonio Bleeding. Anto. 
Fetch me some water there.  Cael. 
My Dream was true, my Dearest Lord's returned!  
What makes you Bleed?  Anto. 
As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrup, my Nose  
Gushed out a Bleeding.  Eugen. 
My Sister dreamt, an Angel led you back,  
And I believe it now.  Ger. 
Pray take some other with you, I, if you please  
Will keep you Company.  Ant. 
No, I'm resolved to stay, and send him word, I am  
Took ill myself; my Nose leaves Bleeding.  Cael. 
I am satisfied, my Lord, you do not go, and therefore  
Will Retire.  Ex. all but Anto. and Gerar. Anto. 
Do so, my Dear.  
Now I must tell my Friend, I dare not stay,  
'Twould look but ill to say a Bleeding Nose  
Made Don Antonio slight his dying Friend.  Ger. 
If that was all, it would; but yet reflect  
There are more Prodigies forbidden this Journey  
Then Caesar had t'avoid the Senate-House.  Anto. 
Had Caesar not been slain, those Accidents  
We now call Prodigies, had been forgot;  
And so will these when I am safe returned.  Ger. 
Consider but your Ladies high concern,  
Her sudden sounding, and recovery,  
On which she cried an Angel brings him back,  
Your Bleeding and Return speaks she dreamt true,  
The stopping of it too was not the least,  
All these together force me to believe  
That you from heaven these warnings did receive.  Anto. 
Surely, Gerardo, we must heaven offend  
To think that it these Accidents should send.  
It is detraction to the Powers above,  
To think they suffer what they don't approve;  
For if they did this to divert my ill,  
They go about, for they might change my will:  
But mine's more firm; nay, more, should I not go,  
The threatened ill I meet, for aught I know;  
For if their bodes be certain, than I may  
Meet th' effects whether I go or stay.  Ger. 
Vainly we speak of heaven, when vainly we  
By human Wit set Rules to heaven's decree,  
The power that made us gave us scope of will,  
Freely to take the good, or choose the ill:  
And though it can, it does not change that course,  
Only persuades to Act what it could force.  Anto. 
This you believe, but you must pardon me,  
If in this point I done't with you agree;  
For if to Man such a freewill be given,  
That damns all Prescience and so baffles heaven:  
But I delay whilst Reason bids me go,  
And Reason 'tis, since it to me is so,  
Then pray divert my Wife, so farewell, Friend.  Exit. Ger. 
Farewell: May all my to nothing tend;  
Yet still I fear what should the Reason be,  
That I should fear, yet nothing fearful see,  
I am resolved to send some Servants out  
Shall wait him at a distance;  
In doing all I can, I do the best,  
I can no more, let heaven do the rest.  Exit. Enter Don Francisco and Nurse. Fran. 
Well, 'tis so sweet a sin to Wench in danger,  
That I am like to lose the best part of my Recreation;  
But prithee Nurse, tell me, what causes this change?  Nurse. 
Now if I would be hanged, I cannot forbear telling.  
Faith, my Lord, Gerardo's like to be the Man now,  
Though I am for your Lordship still, you're my best Friend.  Fran. 
By heaven I'll be his Death, and hers to boot;  
Can she slight me for him, he Whore our Kindred!  
When did he first enjoy her?  Nurse. 
Not so, my Lord, he's to Marry her.  Fran. 
Nay, if't be so; then I'm Revenged already,  
For's joining with Antonio 'gainst our house,  
He's Antedated Cuckold, and by me!  
O rare Revenge! There's for thy News, Nurse.  Gives money to her. 
Were all my Enemies but served the same;  
At a more full Revenge I'd never aim.  Nurse. 
Methinks you should not be so merry for losing my  
Lady; i'faith, had I known it, you should not have come  
Into the place you wot'on, by my means.  Fran. 
Nay, be not angry, Nurse, I find her drift,  
She loves our family, and studies to Revenge it.  
To make him Cuckold; how it pleases me!  
Poison, nor Poniards is not half so well,  
Go, tell her; Nurse I'm glad she takes this way:  
I glory in her love! by Heaven I do,  
I'll find Sebastian out, and laugh with him,  
Till I even split my sides.  Nurse. 
Sir, you'll tell no body I hope.  Fran. 
No, none but him:  
To say as he goes by, there goes my Cuckold;  
And then to laugh, go Nurse, and tell her  
I'll be sure to meet—  Exit. Nurse. 
Another double Pistol for my Jasper!  
I'll have him one whole night for this.  
For to speak truth, I find the Rogue does not love me:  
Heavens! What a bad world is this,  
An Old Woman, though never so willing,  
Can scarce get a friend for ready money:  
When such as Eugenia can make the Gold fly about;  
But time will come she must be fain to turn tail,  
And pay for one as I do, or go without.  
But it pleases me, my Lady says, he shall be my husband,  
Then I shall need give money no longer: for faith if he  
Be negligent, I'll ring him a Peal to quicken him to his duty.  
Thus married once, I'll do like other wives  
That make their husband's drudge for quiet lives.  
The End of the Second Act.   

Act the Third.  Enter Don Gerardo with a Book in his Hand. 

Song.  
1.  
SOme Happy Soul come down and tell  
What Joys are those with you do dwell?  
If it be Happiness like ours below,  
Which from our want of ills does only flow,  
Then 'tis plain that mighty theme  
Of Immortality is but a Dream.   

2.  
'Tis Love, 'tis Love, for nothing can  
Give real Happiness to Man,  
But Joys like those that Lovers Souls enjoy,  
Which here on Earth there's nothing can destroy;  
Ay, ay, 'tis Love only can be  
The Happy Souls endless felicity.   Ger. 
What a dull, heavy load hangs on my Soul!  
Weighing me down to Earth, as if 'twould say  
'Twas weary of its Burden, and resolved  
To shake it off, and mix with its first matter;  
What is the thing, called Death, we mortals shun?  
Is't some real, or is't a fancy only?  
Like that imaginary point in Mathematics;  
Not to be found only in definition:  
It is no more: Death, like your children's Bug-bears,  
Is feared by all, yet has no other Being  
Then what weak fancy gives it; 'tis a Line,  
But yet imaginary, drawn betwixt  
Time and that dreadful thing Eternity;  
I, that's the thing, 'tis feared; for now I find it:  
Eternity which puzzles all the World,  
To name the Inhabitants that People it:  
Eternity, whose undiscovered Country  
We Fools divide, before we come to see it;  
Making one part contain all happiness,  
The other misery, then unseen fight for't.  
Losing our certains for uncertainties;  
All Sects pretending to a Right of choice;  
Yet none go willingly to take their part,  
For they all doubt what they pretend to know,  
And fear to mount, lest they should fall below:  
Be't as it will; my Actions shall be just,  
And for my future State I Heaven will trust.  Enter a Servant. 
Returned already; what can be the cause?  Seru. 
Sir, Done Antonio likewise is returned.  Ger. 
What reason had he for it, dost thou know?  Ser. 
My Lord, I do not; for we by your appointment  
Having took Horse, did with our greatest speed  
Pursue the Road should lead us to Don John's;  
When near a Thicket stands some two Miles off,  
I spied Antonio lying on the ground,  
And Jasper walking of the Horses by him,  
Fearing his seeing us, we took the Thicket,  
Where sheltered from their Eyes, I left my Fellows.  
But I approached as near as possible,  
Hoping I did you Service, if I could  
By their Discourse gather their cause of stay.  Ger. 
'Twas like thyself, both diligent and prudent.  Seru. 
But all my care did signify but little,  
The Wind blew fresh, and rustling in the Wood,  
Wholly destroyed their Voices, so that few words  
Of what they said I heard; and those I did,  
Came so divided they had no connexion.  Ger. 
What sort of Actions did you then perceive?  Seru. 
My Lord, I saw Antonio much disturbed;  
Sometimes he'd rise and walk a turn or two  
With eager pace, then stop as suddenly,  
Then stamp and tear his hair; then loudly cry,  
She's dead, she's dead! Oh, Caelia, Oh, Antonio!  
Then lie him down again, and rest a space:  
Sometimes call Jasper to him, talk a while,  
And soon again rise in another Passion;  
Seldom I heard a word, except a Curse!  
Or now and then a Name; as Lewis, Caelia,  
Pedro, Francisco, Flora; nay, my Lord,  
Sometimes I heard your Name, and then Engenia's;  
Then suddenly holding his hands to Heaven,  
He'd down again, and there a while would role.  Ger. 
These Actions sure did seem a perfect madness.  Seru. 
It seemed indeed a madness methodised,  
Like theirs who are Transported far with Passion.  Ger. 
But how perceived you Jasper bear himself?  Seru. 
Quite in another manner, but as strange!  
For when his Lord looked down, his looks would be  
As full of mirth, ready to burst in Laughter;  
That I perceived he scarce contained himself:  
But if his Lord did look about to speak,  
Then was his Face demure, with hand on Breast,  
Turning his Eyes to Heaven, and groaning sighs,  
As you have seen, my Lord, a Canting Preacher  
Aiming to cheat his Audience, wanting matter,  
Sigh to seem Holy, till he thought on something.  
So at that distance seemed his Actions to me;  
But when his back was turned, the Rascal would  
Make Mouths, and point with signs of greatest scorn.  Ger. 
There is some Fatal Villainy in this;  
Some Mystery beyond my Fathoming:  
But how long stayed they thus?  Seru. 
About two hours, when mounting both their Horses,  
I took mine, and unespyed did dog 'em to the City,  
And where they Housed I know not; for they entered  
Remote from Home, and I i'th' streets soon lost 'em.  Ger. 
Do both your Fellows know this?  Seru. 
No, my Lord,  
I did not think it would become my Duty  
To tell them any thing but what they saw.  Ger. 
I never knew thee yet mistake thy trust;  
Thy secrecy was well: Preserve it still,  
For I must use it further, therefore go,  
And Charge your Pistols, we must walk a Round  
About Antonio's House to watch their motion;  
For there the Scene must lie of this design;  
If there be mischief in't, thy courage now  
(If theirs occasion) must again be tried.  
And well Rewarded too.  Seru. 
'Tis so, my Lord,  
Above all other ways in that you trust it.  
But I'll be gone, and Execute your Orders.  Exit. Ger. 
A Faithful Servant is the best of Friends,  
Since he is nearest always to assist us;  
But stay, I cannot guests from all I've heard,  
The cause that should disturb Antonio;  
Except 'tis Jealousy: Yet how can that be?  
If Caelia's vicious there's no virtuous Women.  
But now I think how much he railed at Marriage,  
And more our Arguments concerning doubt,  
These things persuade he's Jealous! But of whom?  
The more I think, the more I am confounded!  
How Clouded Man  
Doubts first, and from one doubt doth soon proceed  
A thousand more in solving of the first;  
Like Nighted Travellers we lose our way;  
Then every Ignis Fatuus makes us stray.  
By the false Lights of Reason led about,  
Till we arrive where we at first set out:  
" Nor shall we  Truth's perfect Highway see,  
" Till dawns the  of Eternity.  Exit. Enter Eugenia. Eug. 
I am amazed the Nurse should stay so long;  
My Anger makes each minute seem an hour:  
That Woman is a thing made up of mischief;  
Some Fatal Devil sure did guide the Choice  
My Mother made, in choosing her our Nurse.  
She's Fool to th' height: And yet hath wit enough  
To tread all Labyrinths of Treachery;  
But that's no wonder: For who's Treacherous  
That wants not Eyes to see its ugly Form?  
For now I fear, and I believe not vainly,  
That Villain, Jasper, knows all my concerns,  
Or what could prompt him to that Impudence  
He did express in his address to day.  Enter Nurse. 
Thou fatal Hag, thou Mother of all mischief,  
What Devil taught thy perjured Tongue the way  
To tell the shame which thou didst first occasion?  Nurse. 
Pray what ails you, Madam, are you mad?  Eug. 
I wish I was, as I have cause enough,  
For than I should not know the shame attends me,  
In being Table-talk for every Rascal,  
As thou (Hell thank thee for it) now hast made me.  Nurse. 
I made you Table-talk! There's no such thing;  
I've been too faithful to you, that I have;  
Losing my sleep full oft to watch your pleasure.  
And is this all I get? It is no matter, I  
Shall be even with you.  Eug. 
Threaten on (for thou hast Acted all thy threats, Imp)  
In letting Jasper know my shame and folly.  Nurse. 
Jasper knows nothing, that he does not, from me,  
And I will ask him; fore your face, I will,  
If I e'er said Francisco lay with you.  Eug. 
'Tis plain, thy guilt transported thee to madness,  
Else thou wouldst never make thy Tongue a Herald  
So loud, for to proclaim to all the House  
The Action you'd persuade me still is secret.  Nurse. 
If you talk loud yourself, why may not I?  
But I'll bring Jasper to you shall deny all.  Eug. 
What mischief upon mischief she designs?  
Dost think, like thine, my Modesty is gone?  
To have this argued out before my face  
And such a Villain y?—  Nurse. 
A Villain, say you?  
No Villain neither, I would have you know;  
No more than is Francisco: pick that bone,  
Or if you will, I'll bid Gerardo do it.  
d'ye think to rail at me? Is that my thanks?  Eug. 
My fears I see will force me to dissemble;  
Nurse, I but tried thy patience; I believe  
Thou wouldst not tell that secret for the world;  
No, tho' it were to Jasper.  Nurse. 
Jasper's an honest fellow, and no Villain;  
And did he know a secret, he could keep it.  Eug. 
But have you told it then?  Nurse. 
No matter what I've done, I will not tell you,  
Because you vexed and rated at me so.  Eug. 
Well, Nurse, I did believe you loved me better.  Weeps. 
And would trust me with any thing you did,  
But I perceive your kindness all for Jasper.  Nurse. 
I love Jasper well, and love you too,  
And you shall have no wrong I warrant you.  Eug. 
The thing is plain, I need nor ask no further.  
But where's the remedy? Nurse, prithee tell me,  
What did Francisco say unto my message?  Nurse. 
I, there's a business now worth ask for.  
He says, he's glad you'll condescend to meet;  
Nay, he's a glad man, I'll tell you that, i'faith;  
He bid me say, you were a gallant Girl,  
So to Revenge his quarrel on Gerardo.  Eug. 
Gerardo, said you! O thy mouth's a Sieve!  
There's not a secret thou canst keep a moment;  
Did I not charge thee not to name Gerardo,  
Till I should speak of it myself to him?  
Nay, 'tis the greatest motive makes me meet him,  
For to prevent the mischiefs else may follow;  
Well, I am cursed for sin, and thou art made  
The cause o'th' sin, and curse that does attend it.  Nur. 
What, are you got to railing again for nothing?  
Pray who has most discretion to tell a business,  
You, or I? But you, forsooth, are grown so proud of late  
Because you hope to Marry Don Gerardo;  
That there's no speaking to you: Marry gip.  
I'faith I shall spoil your Market.  Exit. Eug. 
Do thy worst (for I am resolved to suffer once for all)  
Death would be better than this Slavery,  
And that's the worst can happen  
Should she tell my Brother, or Gerardo, my whole story;  
That's dying once, but I by fear thus fooled,  
Do hourly die, since still I Death behold.  Exit. Enter Jasper and Antonio. Jasp. 
My Lord, I'm confident this is the House,  
Wherein the Woman Lives I told you of.  Anto. 
Knock then; and if she comes, do you speak to her,  
I'll stand aloof a while, and hear you talk.  Jasper knocks. Enter Witch with a block Rod, which she turns over her Head, whilst Jasper makes a private sign of his Lord's being there. Jasp. 
Hail, Reverend Mother; I suppose you are  
That famous Artist who Commands this House,  
Which if you be, with confidence I beg,  
You would resolve some Questions I should ask;  
Which if you please to do, my gratitude  
Shall be proportioned to the kindness done.  Witch. 
What prating Fellow's here? Your Lord Antonio  
Need not to doubt my Art, or if he did,  
He might have sent some wiser Man to try me.  
Come, come, my Lord,  
I am no Cheating Chemist, that requires  
A Faith in Fools to make his work successful.  
No, no, my Power is boundless, I can search  
The secrets of your Soul, and when I've done,  
Solve all the doubts that there possess your mind;  
That Women should be Women, is no wonder.  Anto. 
But that Women should turn Devils, is.  Witch. 
No, no, my Lord, I am no Devil neither.  Anto. 
Mother! I meant not you, when I said so.  Witch. 
Son, Son, excuse it not, you have no cause  
To love us Women much, and I'm not angry  
At what you said, though I know what you meant.  Ant. 
Then, Mother, by these Powers you practice by,  
I do Conjure you, show me all the truth  
Of what you know concerns my coming hither.  Witch. 
Come, enter in, my Lord, and nothing fear;  
There's not a doubt of yours but shall be clear.  
I've sent a Spirit out, who will e'er long,  
Bring all the Names of those have done you wrong.  Ex. and return. Enter Antonio, Jasper, and Witch, as in the House; in the Scenes a Chair, by which Jasper stands, and Witch goes round. Witch. 
Sat in this Chair, my Lord, whilst I do draw  
A Sacred Line, which shall the Spirits awe.  
About, about, I tread a Round,  
Where I tread is Sacred Ground.  
Thus and thus the Air I charm,  
To keep my Circle free from harm;  
Thus I sprinkle Water pure,  
And by it all the Charm secure;  
The Spirits that fiery are dare not come near us,  
Earth, Air, and Water do make 'em to fear us.  
Then boldly sit, boldly see, boldly despise  
What Spirits soever do happen to rise.  
Witch sings. 
Rise, arise, arise, rise and come away,  
My little pretty Spirit Puncula:  
What, not appear at thy Mistresses call,  
I'll surely torment thee; thou shalt not suck at all.  
Arise then, I say—   Spirit within sings. Spir. 
I come, I come away,  
The Wind it blows hard, and forces me astray.  Witch. 
Let's wait a little, he'll appear, my Lord.  Anto. 
Fear seizes me so fast, that all my Spirits  
Retire, and leave an Ague in my Joints.  Enter a Spirit. Witch. 
Come, have you done  
What I gave you in charge,  
If you have, I command you to tell it at large.  Spirit sings. 

As you bid, I did go to the Caverns below  
Where the Spirits Inhabit that Govern the Wind.  
And though in their motions they be,  
And see  
Far, far quicker than we,  
Yet no Intelligence there I could find.  
From thence, like Lightning, I shot to the Pole,  
Where at a hole  
I glided to the Region of the Air:  
But the Spirits above  
Do Mankind so love,  
That they drove me from them with despair.  
From thence, in a moment, to Aetna I came,  
Where the Spirits of fire that Inhabit that flame:  
Told me, all that I sought for they knew;  
Though to Spirits of Earth,  
As I am by Birth;  
They'd not tell it; yet hither they flew.  
And hereabouts they stay, till you pray,  
And atone them with Offerings to tell your desire;  
For these from of Old  
Have been Lovers of Gold,  
The Mettles being Governed by Spirits of fire.   Exit. Witch. 
It's necessary, Son, you throw them something,  
For o'er these Spirits I have no Command.  Anto. 
Oh, any thing; take this and throw it them;  
But do release me of the fear I'm in,  
And quickly solve my doubts, take all I have.  Witch. 
There is Gold, there is Gold to you Spirits of fire;  
He does willingly offer what you do desire.  Enter first Spirit, second Spirit Ascends. After some flashes of fire they sing. 1. Spir. 
What Spirit did Lewis attend?  2. Spir. 
It was I.  1. Spir. 
Declare to that Lord what you know.  2. Spir. 
I need not, the cause he did die  
Was that truth to him known long ago.  Chor. 
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, and now  
For hot desires,  
In endless fires  
Must Live, must now for ever Live with us below.  Chor. 
He's dead, he's dead, etc.  Anto. 
Horrid and wonderful.  1. Spir. 
Who all Caelia's Crimes does know?  2. Spir. 
It is I, but must not show  
All her ill,  
For I will  Third Spirit Ascends. 
Fit her better  she go  
To her Paramour below.  3. Spir. 
But I that Francisco attend,  
Can declare,  
That he as a Friend  
To Don Lewis doth share  
I'th' stolen Embraces of Caelia's sweet Arms;  
They kiss and lie down,  
Then Lewis bemoan,  
Thus with thoughts of Revenge they double Love's Charms.  Chor. 
They kiss and lie, etc.  Anto. 
Thus I have warmed a Viper in my bosom,  
That wanted only heat enough to sting me,  
And give me Death itself.  1. Spir. 
After him can Pedro stay till't be day;  
Thus they sport the Night away,  
Flora watching whilst they do  
Laugh at you,  
Saying, where's the Cuckold now?  1. Spir. 
They sport.  2. Spir. 
They laugh.  3. Spir. 
They kiss and play,  
Till your return, doth make 'em mourn,  
And spoils their Holiday.  Chor. 
Thus they will do until they die,  
When we in Hell, shall think it well  
To have their pleasant Company.  They Descend. Anto. 
And that shall be this Night; make ready than  
Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Lechers;  
If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold  
Can but increase their Torments, I will sell  
All my Estate to turn it into that,  
Daily to add more fuel to their flames.  
Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers,  
Be Cheated still, I'll take a surer way,  
Torments for Souls are pennyworths I'll buy,  
And there is Reason in it; for 'tis likely  
Hell may take Bribes, when surely Heaven won't.  
Oh Excellent project! Is't not a good one, Jasper?  
By Hell itself, this Night Hell hath 'em all.  Witch. 
Your Lordship's much disturbed, I by my Art  
Will cause the Air to give a Melody,  
So to compose your Spirits to themselves.  She waves her stick. Music and an Antic Dance of Devils handing the Purse (Antonio threw) to one another, towards the Close of which a noise without makes both Music and Dance stop: But beginning again, a noise within makes 'em fly. The Witch trembles. Within. 
Break op'e the doors, nay, sure enough they're here.  Anto. 
By Heaven some Cheat, for these can be no Devils.  
I'll follow 'em, and see—  Draws his Sword. Jasp. 
It is some trick to draw you from the Circle.  Jasp. holds him. Anto. 
Be what it will, Death cannot make me worse;  
Unhand me then, or I will sheathe this in you.  Exit. Witch. 
O, we're undone, the Officers will enter,  Noise continueth. 
And my Lord will see the holes they creep into,  
And so discover them, than we shall all be hanged.  
I'll tell my Lord the truth of all the Cheat,  
And that way save my Life.  Jasp. 
What's that? No stratagem to help it?  
Have you no hole near us, Aunt?  Witch. 
Yes, here is one, but should we go into't,  
The other taken once, will soon betray us.  Jasp. 
I'll hazard that, rather than certain Death.  
And therefore to save one, I'll hid you there.  Kills her. Witch. 
O thou ungrateful Dog, dost kill me for my Love?  Jasp. 
No muttering, Aunt, die quietly, and lie as  
Quietly; 'tis the greatest kindness you can  
Do me: So, now a ready lie clears all I hope.  Runs her through often, then throws her into the hole, she should him, then lies down and trembles. Enter Antonio. Anto. 
The Officers entering, they all vanished.  Jasp. 
The last is well.  Anto. 
Where's the Witch? What makes you tremble so?  Jasp. 
O, do not take me too, good Devil, do not.  Anto. 
What ails the Fellow? Jasper, don't you know me?  Jasp. 
Alas, is't you, my Lord?  Anto. 
Ay, where's the Witch?  Jasp. 
She got upon a fiery Dragon's back,  
And mounted like a Rocket through the Air,  
Leaving me half distracted.  Anto. 
'Tis strange and wonderful.  Enter Captain and Watch. 1. Watch. 
Here's two of them.  Capt. 
My Lord Antonio! 'Tis strange to meet you thus  
In a suspicious House so late in the Evening.  Anto. 
Riding by the River side to take the Air,  
My Horse threw me, which made me see  
For some convenient House to rest a while,  
And met with this, wherein I have slept this hour,  
And I believe had done so longer yet,  
Had not your noise awaked me.  Capt. 
My Lord, I've no Commission to inquire  
Into Persons business of your eminent Rank;  
It is for other Men that I search now,  
Some half a score the most notorious Rogues  
About the Town were seen to enter here.  
Saw you none such, my Lord?  Anto. 
No, on my Honour;  
For since I entered here, no human shape  
Was seen by me, but one Old withered Woman;  
And where she's gone, I know not.  Capt. 
My Lord, that Woman is the greatest Cheat  
About the Town; the simple think her a Witch;  
But I can witness for her she is none;  
My Lord, you'll pardon me, if I search for her.  Anto. 
With all my heart: Pray find her if you can;  
'Twas my misfortune doubled to light here.  Capt. 
It might have proved so:  
Search the House.  Exit Watch. 
I'll tell your Lordship what I know of her.  
Walking my Round one Night, who should I meet,  
But (as I thought) two Devils, by their shapes;  
An Old one, and a Young one, so they seemed:  
At first the sight amazed me, but at last  
My Reason telling me, if they were Spirits,  
The mischief they intended they might do,  
Though I should run away: I bid my Guard  
Stand, whilst myself advanced near these shapes,  
Which as I did, the little Devil fled, th' other seemed  
To turn its Eyes to fire, and glare upon me;  
I still advanced, Armed with my former thoughts,  
And as I nearer came, the fire grew duller,  
Yet still it stood, for truly it could not run,  
Proving, when I laid hold on't, this Old Woman,  
Cased in a Leopard's skin; the fiery Eyes  
Proved but two Lobster-shells: So she confessing,  
That for a Living she did use these Cheats,  
Helping poor People to their stolen Goods,  
In Devils shapes to countenance the Trade.  
And that the other was a little Boy,  
Trained up as her Familiar, whom she producing,  
I only threatened them, and let them go.  Anto. 
A subtle Cheat it was, and very likely,  
And you deserved Reward that did detect it.  Jasp. 
A Halter it should be, were I to give it.  Aside. Enter the Watch with one of the Devils Remarkable Habits, and a Viol. 1. Watch. 
've searched sufficiently, but all we find  
Is a poor Devil's skin, and a base Viol.  Capt. 
I, this is like the other, I'm glad 'twas found,  
'Twill prove the story true I told your Lordship.  Anto. 
It does, to my amazement.  Capt. 
I'm glad it was my hap to meet you here,  
Your Lordship might have got some mischief else.  Anto. 
I might indeed, and I'm beholding to you:  
And, Captain, take my word, I'll speak your worth  
To the Viceroy, who is my Kinsman,  
And will take care for to advance your merit.  Capt. 
In that you'll bind my Service: Yet, my Lord,  
Shall I not wait your Lordship to your House?  Anto. 
No, 'twill be wondered at, besides, I've Horses here.  Capt. 
Then Health and a good Night attend your Lordship.  Anto. 
I thank you, Captain; here, Watch, there's some-  
Thing for you.  1. Watch. 
Bless your Noble Lordship.  Ex. Capt. and Watch. Anto. 
Jasper! Did you hear this?  Jasp. 
Ay, my good Lord, and wonder at it too;  
But I do still believe she is a Witch, and only  
Did pretend such things to the Captain,  
To save a Burning from th' Inquisition.  Anto. 
Fetch our Horses.  Exit Jasper. 
I do observe this Rogue  
Strangely to be amazed, what er'es the matter;  
I do believe that this was all some Cheat.  
Yet how could that be too, who could Name Lewis.  
But I am mad to be deluded thus!  
For now I think on't better; in my Passion  
I hinted Lewis as a proof for all;  
And then this Rogue stood by— Ay, there it is—  
He's a Confederate, and contrived all this,  
To be Revenged, but I'll dissemble yet,  
And trace his mischiefs further, then I'll kill him,  
And stop his mouth from publishing my folly:  
Had not this Accident so strangely happened,  
What mischief had I done before the Morning:  
I'll put him to his Trial in the Garden,  
Which if he fail in, there shall end his Life,  
And he'll deserve it too, when mischiefs tend  
To such a height, they must in mischief end.  
He that contrived so many to destroy,  
Will scarce be punished if he barely die,  
Therefore his Villainy shall further swell,  
When'ts at the height I'll Launch his Soul to hell.  Exit. Enter Francisco and Sebastian. Sebast. 
Cousin, believe me, I am loath to go,  
And I could likewise wish that you were so.  
Oft have I feared the danger when I went,  
Yet dreaded more the sin then punishment.  
For I considered, should I then be slain,  
That Death would but begin an endless pain;  
Then pardon me, though I could well obey  
All Friendships' Laws, I dare not do't this way.  Fran. 
Sure Cousin, you are sick, or lately have  
Had melancholy thoughts about a Grave:  
Is this Sebastian, he, whose ready hand  
Was quick to Act all Friendship did Command?  
He, who no sooner heard Francisco say,  
A Danger's there, but made that straight his way,  
And now he's turned my Ghostly Father sure.  Sebast. 
I would, so I might make a Ghostly Cure.  
Francisco, thou art sick, and so am I;  
Sick at our Souls, and should we chance to die  
 our Disease was Cured, 'tis ten to one,  
We should in an Eternal Fever groan.  Fran. 
Come, prithee say no more, 'tis ominous,  
I wonder much what 'tis should make thee thus.  
Come, you must go this Night: I'll tell you why,  
'Twill be the last, for she's to Marry,  
To Marry Don Gerardo! O 'tis rate,  
I am Revenged to th' purpose.  Sebast. 
Sure you are  
Turned Coward, or you ne'er would glory in  
Revenge so base, this doubles all your sin.  
Gerardo's brave, and sure all Honour bleeds,  
When such are Wounded by Ignoble deeds.  
It is the Curse of Man, that he must be  
Subject to shame by women's Levity;  
But hold, I wrong Eugenia, if I blame  
Her, and not you alone, for all her shame.  
You Robbed her of her Chastity by force,  
Though fear of shame still kept her from Remorse.  Fran. 
Pish! Force! That was her policy to you,  
She did no more than what all Women do,  
Seem to resist what they do most desire,  
To raise the flame, yet seem to cool the fire;  
Believe this Truth, Sebastian, Women can  
Resist it, and perform it more than Man.  Sebast. 
Thus like the Devils we at first betray  
Their Innocence, then blame on them we lay;  
As if their guilt could have another cause  
Then that which it from our Temptation draws.  Fran. 
Let it be so, I'll not dispute it now;  
It grows too near the time that I should go,  
And though my Actions do so much offend,  
I will not doubt to find another Friend.  Sebast. 
Do you so little prize Eugenia's Fame,  
That you can suffer more to know her shame?  Fran. 
Sebastian, you mistake, I do not go  
This Night on the same terms I used to do.  
No, 'tis to take my leave, for she does vow  
In spite of fear she is turned virtuous now.  Sebast. 
Nay, then I'll go myself, happen what will,  
For it is only dangerous to do ill;  
My Company her Virtue may protect,  
And I should sin, if that I did neglect.  Fran. 
That shall not need, for I'm resolved to speak  
Nothing that may her Resolution break.  Sebast. 
Go boldly then, for in a cause so good  
He's more than Coward fears to shed his Blood;  
And though I think Antonio would be glad  
That he our Lives at such advantage had;  
Yet I this Night durst boldly meet him there,  
Since in my Breast such Innocence I wear;  
By this security I plainly feel  
'Tis guilt that wounds us deeper far than steel.  Exeunt. Enter Caelia and Eugenia. Cael. 
Blame not my Husband, Sister, 'twas my fault,  
I strove 'gainst Reason to oppose his Will.  
Had I forborn my importunity,  
'Tis ten to one he had not been so wilful;  
Husband's prerogatives are absolute,  
Their wills we must obey, and not dispute.  Eug. 
I beg his Pardon, if I think amiss,  
But I believe there's some design in this;  
His Eyes showed more of Anger than could be  
A bare concern for's Friend's Infirmity.  Cael. 
I will no censure on his Actions lay,  
My Duty is for their success to pray.  Enter Don Gerardo. Ger. 
Your Servant, Ladies', where is Don Antonio?  Cael. 
Why, at Don john's, my Lord, do not you know it?  Ger. 
Then he is not come back, as I had thought.  Cael. 
My Lord, why thought you so?  Ger. 
Madam, I did not know but that he might,  
Since 'tis not five hours' business to Ride thither,  
And to return again; but, Madam, pray  
How came the Lord Francisco to be here?  
I think he does not use it.  Eug. 
Francisco! O my fears!  Cael. 
No sure, my Lord, he ne'er came within these doors  
Since my good Father died.  Ger. 
Sure I'm mistaken, Madam, if I did not  
Meet him just now as he came forth this Room:  
And more, he shaked his head in Anger at me.  Cael. 
I'm sure, my Lord, you're mistaken much,  
For you're the first that entered here but us.  Ger. 
It may be I'm mistaken.  Cael. 
Yes, sure, my Lord, you are.  Ger. 
Madam, if your Commands  To Eugenia. 
Extend to any thing within my power, pray name it,  
I shall be proud to serve you; else I'm gone,  
For I have certain business does require it.  Eug. 
The greatest Service you can do to me,  
Is to be careful of yourself, my Lord.  Ger. 
This kindness doth oblige me, pardon my haste,  
Good Night, and Rest unto your Ladyships.  Exit. Cael. 
Good Night, my Lord;  
Flora is so possessed her Dream is true,  
She dare not venture in that Room again.  Eug. 
She is not such a Fool, sure.  Cael. 
Well, Sister, I am not well, and will to Bed;  
The Nurse will wait on you, I'll send her to you.  
Come, Flora, go with me.  Ex. Cael. and Flora. Eug. 
Madam, good Rest unto you.  
This I can wish to her, whilst I must want it:  
Gerardo sure has some Intelligence  
Of Don Francisco's coming to me;  
Or else why named he him, for well he knows  
He never used to make a Visit here:  
Well, if he does, I cannot help it now.  
The time draws nigh,  
That I must meet Francisco! Oh, that word  
Gives heaviness a new unto my Soul,  
And makes my thoughts run backwards,  
The Accidents o'th' day seems Ominous  
To all the House, but most of all to me,  
My guilty Breast feels most of misery.  
This time will quickly over, than I shall  
See what they tend to, or not see at all.  
" There's comfort yet, that miseries at height  
" Lose their first property, which is to fright.  Exit. 
The End of the Third Act.   

Act the Fourth.  Caelia on a Couch, Flora by her. Cael. 
FLora, I cannot sleep, for all my thoughts  
Infected with my griefs, fly up and down,  
Collecting only things to keep me waking.  Flo. 
I'll not stir from you, Madam, ' all this Night.  Cael. 
Flora, thy diligence deserves Reward,  
And I'll not long be backward for to thank thee.  
But prithee sing that Song I love so well,  
That harmony, perhaps, will Charm my cares,  
And give my senses Rest.  

The Song.  
1.  Flor. sings. 
AH, Choridon, in vain you boast,  
You still do Cloris Love;  
For better 'tis your heart were lost,  
Then thus suspicious prove:  
You than would kill me by disdain,  
But dying thus you blot my Name.  
For all will say  
Cloris was false, and went astray;  
Cloris was false, and did deserve her shame.   

2.  
For happy Shepherd, well you know,  
Your Fame does mine excel;  
All Generous Choridons' do know,  
But none my Tale can tell:  
Cloris, though true, must lose that Name,  
But Choridon will keep his Fame;  
For all will say  
Cloris was false, and went astray,  
Cloris was false, and did deserve her shame.   

3.  
But Cruel Shepherd, when you hear  
That I am dead indeed,  
I do believe you'll shed a tear,  
Though now you have decreed,  
That Cloris true must lose that Name,  
For Choridon to keep his Fame;  
And than you'll say  
Cloris was true, and ne'er did stray;  
Cloris was true, and I deserve her shame.   Flora. 
She's fallen asleep, may none but happy Dreams  
Possess her Fancy.  The Scene shuts. Enter Antonio and Jasper in the Garden. Anto. 
Your confidence in this doth much amaze me.  Jasp. 
Sir, still I'll pawn my Life, that what I said,  
Appears e'er long a truth Infallible,  
And your own Eyes will bear me witness of it.  Anto. 
Well, pitch upon a private stand for us,  
That you know most convenient.  Ex. Jasp. 
Strange it is,  
If this should prove a falsehood after this;  
I've threatened him with Death upon the failer,  
Yet still he has persisted to affirm it,  
Besides, I climbed the Garden Wall before him,  
And that way gave him time for his escape,  
If he'd design to make it: These Circumstances  
Do half persuade 'tis true. Oh, apprehension!  
So terrible the consequence appears,  
It makes my brain turn round, and Night seem darker.  
The Moon gins to drown herself in Clouds,  
Leaving a duskish horror every where,  
My sickly fancy makes the Garden seem  
Like those benighted Groves in Pluto's Kingdoms,  
Which Poets fancy that the damned Inhabit.  Jasp. 
My Lord, my Lord.  Enter Jasper. Anto. 
What now?  Jasp. 
The Garden Door just opens, step this way, lest  
You be seen.  They stand close. Enter Francisco and Sebastian. Fran. 
'Tis hardly late enough, we'll stay a little,  
For I perceive no light i'th' usual Window.  Sebast, 
But are you confident Antonio's absent?  Fran. 
I'm told for certain that he went from home  
To see Don John Valasco, who is sick.  Sebast. 
Nay, then with safety we may walk a turn,  
Though I confess, do what I can, my fears  
Surmount my Reason, and persuades there's danger.  Fran. 
A hundred times I've passed it in as much,  
Yet then with confidence you slighted all;  
Prithee forbear to urge them any more;  
I'm half turned Coward with your fears already.  Sebast. 
Let's take a turn then further from the House,  
And by some other talk divert our thoughts.  Exeunt. Anto. 
Jasper, I find thy Informations true,  
Thus far at least; these are my Wife's kind Cousins.  
Hell rid 'em from the World.  Jasp. 
A hundred times they had been here before  
In as much danger: Mark you that, my Lord?  Anto. 
I, and his Soul retorted back the Lie,  
For they in all their Lives ne'er knew a danger  
Equal to that they're near: Hark! how the Owl  
Summons their Souls to take a flight with her,  
Where they shall be Eternally benighted:  
Now I again believe it was a Witch;  
For here methinks I see a thousand Devils  
Waiting in the Air with fireforks in their hands,  
Just as our City Sergeants wait with Maces,  
To toss their Souls to their Eternal Prison;  
Look there, that flash of Lightning does confirm it.  
Nay, do but stay a little, you shall have all.  
All, all; not a Soul of 'em shall escape this Night.  
No, no, 'twill spoil good Company to part them.  
But hold, a Light appears, draw back to cover.  Exeunt. Enter Francisco and Sebastian. Sebast. 
The Light is there, make haste and give the sign.  Francisco strikes a Key upon his Sword; Eugenia appears above in Caelia's Gown. Eug. 
Who's there, Francisco?  Fran. 
The same, and would desire your Company below.  Eug. 
This distance fits us better! Oh, Francisco,  
Had we but always kept it, I had been  
A spotless Offering to my Bridal Bed,  
But now must cloud my Marriage Joys with shame,  
And fear of what will follow.  Fran. 
Pray descend, this distance is not safe,  
The Family may chance o'er hear our words.  Eug. 
I've more cause, should I come down,  
You would attempt my strength, and Argument  
To violate my Vows, as first you did  
My Virgin-Honour.  Fran. 
No, upon my Life, do but descend,  
And may the heavens pour all their Vengeance on me  
If I do attempt you with a syllable  
To break your Resolution.  Eug. 
Is any with you?  Fran. 
Yes, my Friend, Sebastian.  Eug. 
Let him speak, then.  Sebast. 
Madam, upon my Life, I will secure you,  
And glory I have so much cause to do it.  Eug. 
Your Virtue I rely on for my safety.  She takes the Light from above. Enter Antonio and Jasper. Anto. 
I cannot hear their words, yet I'm sure  
It's Caelia's there, her Habit tells me that.  
Let's draw a little nearer.  Sebast. 
Look there, Francisco, are not those two Men  
Are creeping there?  Fran. 
'Tis so, let's slip aside.  Ex. Fran. and Sebastian. Enter Eugenia below. Eug. 
Where are you, Cousin Francisco? Are you there?  Anto. 
I, here, here, perfidious Woman.  Stabs her, she falls. Eug. 
Oh, Francisco, 'tis an inhuman deed,  Ex. Ant. Jasp. 
To kill me thus, 'cause I would sin no longer,  
But thou hast kept thy word, and took thy leave.  
As I must now, of all the World, and thee— oh, oh—  Enter Gerardo hand Servant. Ger. 
Pray Heaven I be'ned too late, the Garden door  
So open makes me wonder: Herd you no groans?  Seru. 
I think I did, my Lord; hark, Sir again.  Eug. 
Oh, oh; I fain would live a little longer,  
If but to ask forgiveness of Gerardo,  
My Soul will scarce reach Heaven without his Pardon.  Ger. 
Who's that would go to Heaven, and wants my Pardon?  
Take it, what e'er thou art, and mayst thou be  
Happy in Death, what e'er thou didst design.  Eug. 
Is that Gerardo's Voice? Sure loss of Blood  
Doth make my fancy Idle: Is't Gerardo?  Ger. 
Thou greatest Blessing of my Soul, it is.  Eug. 
No, no, my Lord, you will abhor my Name,  
When I shall tell the story made me thus.  Ger. 
Heaven knows I sooner should abhor my Life:  
But tell me the Author of this horrid mischief,  
That I may fly as quick to my Revenge,  
As these sad thoughts do seize upon thy Soul.  Eug. 
When you shall hear my story, your Revenge  
Will, as I fear, vent against me in Curses.  Ger. 
Were thy Crimes great as theirs that left thee thus,  
By all thy Virgin hopes I would not Curse thee.  Eug. 
My Lord, that's it you are deceived in.  Ger. 
Nay, now thou ravest— help me to bend her body  
Her loss of Blood will keep her story from me;  
And I shall Live i'th' dark, and ne'er Revenge her.  Eug. 
Alas, my Lord, my Cousin, base Francisco,  
Being let in by my accursed Nurse,  
Came to my bed, and there by force and strength obtained  
His hated ends.  Ger. 
Oh, damned Villain, he shall not long survive  
To boast of it.  Eug. 
Had I stayed there, and not consented further,  
I should have needed pity, and not pardon.  Ger. 
Tell all the rest, for this is so surprising,  
I'd fain persuade myself it was a Dream.  Eug. 
After this Fatal loss, a shame succeeded,  
Shame that produced fear; infused by threats  
Urged both by him and her, wherein they said,  
If I refused to grant that willingly,  
Which he at first did force, they would declare  
The Action to the World, so to disgrace me.  Ger. 
O that old wrinkled Hag! that she should plot this.  Eug. 
What will not wicked Age effect for Gold?  
But they at last made fear overcome my Virtue,  
And I by that made all their guilt my own,  
Meeting him here still when he did appoint.  Ger. 
Well, this confessed, how came you by these Wounds?  Eug. 
My Lord, Francisco did entreat my Company  
This Night; when as I entered,  
Without a word, but here, perfidious Woman,  
He stabbed me in the Breast, and left me thus.  Ger. 
Hadst thou been dead, and Angels told the story,  
I should have thought, in Envy of thy worth,  
They had invented it, and ne'er believed it.  Eug. 
I have no breath to tell you; oh, my Lord,  
I do forget, they still are in the Garden—  
Have a care of—  Dies. Ger. 
Have a care of what? Oh, speak, Eugenia, speak.  
She's gone, she's gone; and could not tell her mind:  
What is't I must have a care on! O some Angel  
That waits to show her Soul the way to Heaven,  
Come back and tell me, what it was she meant:  
Was it her Reputation she took care of?  
No, no, that cannot be, had it been that,  
She might have kept the story to herself:  
And there been Canonised: Was it of me  
She did express her care? If so, 'twas needless;  
For he that lets me Live to kill Francisco,  
Though he does so by me, when that is done,  
Shall have my thanks and Prayers i'th' other World;  
But stay, they're in the Garden, I'll go look 'em,  
" For if Revenge so just I do delay,  
" I shall deserve heavens Vengeance for the stay.  Exeunt. Enter Francisco and Sebastian. Fran. 
Who should they be I wonder talked so long?  Sebast. 
Sure, when she found us not, she would retire.  Fran. 
No doubt on't; yet I am not satisfied what two  
Those were, and why they stayed so long.  
Can your Ear reach to understand their words?  Sebast. 
No, not a syllable more than a humming noise.  Fran. 
Nor mine; but now they're gone, let's walk that way,  
'Twill be the best to miss them.  Sebast. 
Content.  Exeunt. Enter Don Gerardo and Servant. Ger. 
It is in vain to look 'em if they hid,  
The Garden's large; besides perhaps they're gone;  
We'll to the Body.  Seru. 
You're by it now, my Lord.  Ger. 
This Accident amazes me so much,  
I go I know not where.  Enter Francisco and Sebastian. Seru. 
See there, my Lord, two Men.  Fran. 
W''re pretty near the Window, there's no Light.  Ger. 
Have at thy heart, Francisco,  Ger. and Servant draw. 
This Token from Eugenia.  Fran. 
Nay, then, at thine: Be whom thou wilt, that Name  
Tells me thou'rt not Friend.  They Fight, the Servant shoots Sebastian just as Francisco ruas Gerardo through, which pursuing, Servant kills him too. Sebast. 
Courage, Sebastian's by thee.  
My fears are come about, for I am killed;  
Francisco, far thee well.  Dies. Fran. 
'Tis double Death to see my Friend die thus.  
Was't not enough, you Fates, to take my Life,  
But I must guilty be of murdering him.  Seru. 
My Lord, how do you?  Ger. 
Making what haste I can to meet Eugenia.  Seru. 
O me! Unfortunate!  Ger. 
Bewail me not; Death is a pleasure to me,  
Since I can see Francisco lie there by me;  
But ask him e'er I die,  
What made him kill Eugenia?  Fran. 
What, is Eugenia Dead?  Ger. 
Why seems it strange to thee, who basely hast  
First Robbed her of her Honour, then of Life.  Fran. 
Gerardo, it was cruelty to kill her, being as  
Yet she had not done thee wrong, and dying,  
I rejoice I have Revenged her.  Ger. 
Francisco, sure thy Crimes have made thee Devil,  
Or thou wouldst ne'er transfer thy Treachery  
By murdering her, and place it thus on me.  Fran. 
May I reach Heaven as I'm Innocent  
Of any Death but yours: Which if a guilt  
Forgive me Heaven and you as—  Dies. Seru. 
He's dead, my Lord.  Ger. 
With such a Lie in's mouth;  
O Heavenly Angels lead me not this way,  
For he must always walk i'th' paths of falsehood;  
Remove me nearer to Eugenia's Body;  
My Spirits faint apace, and I must follow:  
One word, and then farewell;  
I have no time for to Reward thy care:  
Here, take this Ring, and give it to my Brother,  
He left it with me when he went to Travel;  
Tell him I still preserved it for his sake,  
A faithful pledge of our United Friendship.  
Bid him, that by this Token he believes  
Three words I left within my Cabinet  
Concerning thee this Evening: He will do it,  
And use thee as a Friend, as I have done.  Seru. 
I'll bear the Ring, but not the Message, Sir;  
I ne'er will seek for Friends when you are gone.  Ger. 
I do conjure thee do it: Tell our story too  
As true as is thyself: But have a care,  
Wound not Eugenia's Fame more than must needs.  
Francisco's and Eugenia's dying words  
Will make it strangely dark, as 'tis to me,  
But I must leave it so!  
Give me thy hand, commend me to Antonio;  
Alas! I had forgot him, pray Heaven his story  
Produce no further mischief; tell Caelia nothing  
before't be day: Business comes thronging on me,  
But I faint— make but one Grave, and lay us  
In it thus— Farewell.  Dies. Seru. 
Now dies the justest Man the Earth contains,  
And I would do so too, but that I know  
Self-murderers ne'er must keep him Company;  
I'll set the Bodies up against the Wall,  
And call the Watch; what if they say I'm guilty,  
And make my Life to answer all these Deaths:  
Why, let 'em do't, for Death would now be well  
Since to survive his loss to me's a Hell.  Exit. Enter Antonio and Jasper. Jasp. 
Come, come, my Lord, the coast is quiet now.  Anto. 
I hope that Pistol saved our swords a labour.  Jasp. 
I'm sure they could not leave the Garden yet,  
But we must needs have seem 'em.  Anto. 
Nay, I'm sure they did not pass the Garden door,  
For if they had, we should have stopped their Journey.  Jasp. 
I think I heard a talking up this way,  
After the Pistol made us leave our Post.  Anto. 
Though I did leave the Door, yet still my Eye  
Was bend that way, and I saw none to pass.  
But stay, where's Caelia's Body?  Jasp. 
See, my Lord,  
There is a Man doth hold her in his Arms.  Anto. 
It is Francisco sure! Have at his heart.  Runs at Gerardo. 
How's this, not stir! Nay, then he's dead  
Already— the Moon deceives me, or it is Gerardo.  
Oh heavens! It is my Friend, dead, dead, and stiff,  
And my accursed hand hath Wounded him.  
This is not Caelia neither, but Eugenia in her Gown!  
What strange mistakes are these?  Jasp. 
But who are here?  Anto. 
What, more!  
By heavens Francisco and his Friend Sebastian!  
Both dead too! Death has had a Feast to Night.  
Do not we Dream? As for this Woman's Death,  
Surely her Father's Soul did guide my hand  
To strike the blow, since needs she must betray  
Her Honour to Francisco, in these meetings!  
But oh, my Sword hath pierced my Friend Gerardo.  
What Fatal Accident mixed his Blood with theirs.  
But stay, there's Light appears, slip into the Grotto.  Exeunt. Enter Servant, Captain, and Watch, with two Torches. Seru. 
Here is the dismal place I told you of,  
And here the Bodies.  Capt. 
A sight most terrible in time of Peace!  
But did Francisco still deny her Death?  Seru. 
To his last moment;  
He did confess he had abused her,  
But would have placed her Death upon my Lord.  
And seemed as much to wonder we denied it  
As we that he did so.  Capt. 
What said Sebastian?  Seru. 
He scarce did speak a word after I shot him.  Capt. 
Had we not best to knock, and call Antonio?  Seru. 
He's not at Home.  Capt. 
Yes, but I'm sure he is.  Seru. 
He was not late at Night, for I was there.  Capt. 
That's strange, for just at shutting in o'th' Evening  
I met him at a House that stands i'th' Suburbs,  
Saying, he would go Home.  
I think however we had best to knock.  Seru. 
My dying Lord made it his last desire,  
That Caelia might not be disturbed this Night.  Capt. 
Well, take the Bodies up, and keep 'em safe,  
You shall to the Viceroy's presently with me,  
I scarce perform my trust, if I detain  
The knowledge of so strange an Accident  
A moment from his Ears, whose Wisdom will  
Direct in this, which far exceeds my skill.  Exeunt. Enter Antonio and Jasper. Jasp. 
You see, my Lord, that I was in the right,  
I only said, it was my Lady's Gown,  
But never did affirm it was her Person.  Anto. 
And I am glad it is not: Now, if Nurse  
Fails too in her discovery, I am safe;  
For if we keep our Council, all these Deaths  
Lie pat amongst themselves, and there's not one,  
Except Gerardo, that I'd wish alive;  
He was my friend, and it looks Ominous,  
That I should Wound him so, though after Death:  
Jasper, thy diligence shan't want Reward,  
But that must follow: Come, let's away.  Exit. Jasp. 
My Reward follows! I believe it does;  
I'faith, my good Lord, be sure it be a good one,  
Or be content to hang for Company;  
Now hap what will, I'll rid him with this murder;  
Till I do make him spend's Estate to Bribe me:  
" I was his Slave before for fear; but now  
" I'll make him mine, since I this secret know.  Exit. 
The End of the Fourth Act.   

Act the Fifth.  Caelia Discovered in Bed, Flora by her. Cael. 
SUre 'twas a real Pistol-shot that waked me,  
Yet from a Dream so terrible, it did it,  
That I had rather never sleep again,  
Then hazard such another: I thought I saw  
Lie dead by me,  
My Lord Antonio, Don Gerardo, Jasper,  
The Nurse, Francisco, and the Young Sebastian,  
With Pedro, and thyself; this dreadful sight,  
Or else the Pistols noise, I spoke of, waked me,  
And made me cry help, help, which frighted thee.  Flor. 
Why truly, Madam, it was a dreadful Dream,  
And I as much was frighted at your call,  
Yet, for my own part, I did hear no Pistol.  Cael. 
It may be then, it only was my fancy,  
For truly all my Dream seems still to me  
So like a truth, that I can scarce distinguish  
Whether I then did wake, or now am sleeping;  
And but I see these things, and thee so plain,  
I should conclude my Dream did still continue.  Flor. 
Pray Heaven divert all mischief from the house,  
For I have heard it said by Learned Men,  
Nay, and Religious too, that Dreams like these,  
That stick so fast upon our fancies waking,  
Are guided by a power that's more than Chance,  
And always are portents of something like them:  
I'm sure, for my own part, do what I can,  
That Dream I had will not yet leave my head,  
Which makes me think Jasper designs me mischief.  Cael. 
Flora, you go too far, Dreams are but shadows  
Reflected from some Acts the day preceding,  
As ours are now; for from those Accidents  
Of my Lords taking Jasper, the Dream you told,  
And Don Gerardo's naming of Francisco,  
Mine now is form: Thus they but succeed  
Things past, and not prognostic things to come.  Flor. 
Pray heavens these do not do't, but I'm afraid.  Enter Nurse, frighted with Eugenia's Ghost. Nurse. 
Stand off, stand off, what makes you follow me?  
I'm sure I did not kill you, if you're dead,  
Or if you be not, why are you so pale?—  
So, so— she's gone— but what made me come hither.  Cael. 
What, do you study ways to fright me, Nurse?  
It is no proper time to play your tricks.  
What makes you up at such a time of Night?  
Look, how she stands amazed, and doth not answer;  
Think you I take a pleasure to be frighted?  
That you persist in't still?  Flor. 
What, is the Woman mad, or would be thought so?  
What makes you stand and stare thus?  Nurse. 
Did you see no Body?  Cael. 
Who should we see but an Old doting fool,  
That turned a Child again, would Act like one,  
And can't find a proper time for't neither.  Flor. 
What make you up so late, Nurse?  Nurse. 
What's that to you? It may be I sat up  
To make my Lady merry with this Jest,  
But now, forsooth, I'm grown too Old to please her.  
You are her favourite— what, come again?  
O, do not stare so at me!  Shrieks. Exit. Cael. 
There's something more in this then barely play!  
How the Old Woman stared? sure she's run mad!  
For shame, or sorrow Jasper goes away.  
Prithee follow her.  Flor. 
Since you will have me, Madam, I will do't,  
Though I dare scarcely venture.  Exit. Cael. 
The greatest Object pity hath, is Age,  
When it returns to Childishness again,  
As this Old Woman doth; and though we say,  
That Age is Honourable, we only mean,  
When Gravity and Wisdom are its marks,  
And not grey hairs, and froward peevishness,  
As ten for one, are known by to be Old,  
And though we see this true, yet we would all  
Prolong our time to that decrepit state,  
When nothing but contempt can wait upon us;  
How strangely sin dastards our very Reason,  
Making that guide us to desire known ills  
Rather then Joys, that promised we deserve not;  
For the best Men through sense of guilt do fear  
To change for unseen Joys their troubles here.  Exit. Enter Nurse. Nurse. 
If this Ghost follow still, 'twill make me mad;  
For sure it is a Ghost it looks so pale;  
Ay, and Eugenia's Ghost, I'm sure it is;  
But who should kill her? May be Don Francisco!  
Oh, there it is again— It's not my fault—  
Oh, do not follow me then: What shall I do?  
See there again, she points unto her Breasts—  
It's gone again, I fear 'twill make me mad—  
I'll go to Prayers: But I forget my business,  
My Lord will come, and I must let him in,  
And show him what I promised, or he'll kill me.  Enter Flora. 
What, come again! Oh, heavens! I'll stop my Eyes.  Flor. 
Nurse, are you mad?  Nurse. 
No, you would make me so! But I defy thee—  
Be gone, thou Spirit, i'th' name of Heaven, be gone.  Flor. 
Who should be gone?  Nurse. 
Thou! for thou'rt the Devil. Come not near me.  Flor. 
My Lady sent me to you—  Nurse. 
No, no, she did not, for she loved me always,  
And would not send the Devil thus to fright me.  Flor. 
I am no Devil, Nurse, look upon me, I'm Flora.  Nurse. 
Ay, where's the Spirit than I saw just now?  Flor. 
There was no worse Spirit than myself.  Nurse. 
No; pray Minx, what makes you follow me?  
I'll set you back again i'th' Devils Name,  
Come you to spy my Actions.  Flor. 
No, Nurse, my Lady sent me, don't be angry,  
She was afraid that you were running mad.  Nurse. 
I, mad, it may be so; now I am Old  
I must be mad, forsooth; but time has been,  
There's ne'er a Servant durst have laughed at me,  
Nor I'll not take it now, no that I won't,  
I'll tear your Eyes out first.  She runs after Flora, who still is too quick for her. Flor. 
Nay, softly, Nurse; so, so; ay, there!  Nurse. 
Where, where? I see it now, It's strangely pale!  
O, do not fright me so; it's gone again.  
And now I shall have time to follow you;  
Nay, now I'll tear thy Eyes out.  As Flora runs away, she falls, Nurse gets upon her Flor. 
Oh, Nurse, Nurse! have mercy on me,  
Do not scratch me so.  Nurse. 
I'll be thy Death, there's nothing shall preserve you.  
Ah— are you there again! The Devil, the Devil.  Exit. Flor. 
'Twas well for me her madness worked again,  
And made her take a whim to run away,  
She would have killed me else, do what I could;  
I'll stay no longer, lest she come again.  
I'd not be in her fingers as I was  
For all I'm worth.  Exit. Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant. Capt. 
When I consider every Circumstance  
Of what you tell, and what I know myself,  
I must conclude, I ought not to defer  
To search Antonio's House: if he's from home,  
As you pretend he is: It makes me think  
There is some strange Intrigue designed by him.  
For why should he turn back, as you relate,  
And then obscure himself in such a House?  
Besides, he told me, he was straight for Home,  
And yet it seems he was not, as you say.  Seru. 
It's truth, upon my Life, he was not there  
At past the hour of Nine.  Watch. 
Who comes there!  Enter the little Devil, and runs and skulkes. 
Captain, the Devil, the Devil!  
See where he stands?  Capt. 
O'my Conscience! The Witches little Familiar again!  
If you're afraid, let me come, I'm used to  
These sort of Devils! Come, come, uncase,  It sputters like a Cat, Captain to him. 
Uncase, young Gamester, what slippery prank  
Are you about now? Don't you remember your  
Last escape, Sirrah?  Devil. 
Pray Master don't whip me, I'll tell all.  Capt. 
Out with it then; where's the Old Witch, your Mistress?  Devil. 
Alas, Captain, she was killed to Night when  
You brought in the Watch to search our House.  Capt. 
Killed, by whom?  Devil. 
I know not that, but we were putting a cheat  
Upon a Lord there, by contrivance of his Man,  
And when you knocked, we ran to our lurking holes  
To hid us, but when the Coast was clear, we came  
Out, and seeking for my Mistress, found her dead in one  
Of the holes, thrust through her Body with a Dagger in  
Three places.  Capt. 
What cheat was that you put upon the Lord?  Deu. 
We Acted like Devils, and in a Song made him  
Believe his Wife did Cuckolded him.  Capt. 
This was Antonio, whom I met there, Sir.  Devil. 
Ay, that's his Name, a mighty furious Man,  
He said, he'd kill 'em all before 'twas day.  
He made me quake to hear him; I hope now,  
Captain, you will let me go.  Capt. 
No, no, you Rogue! If he has done more mischief  
You shall be hanged, except you find your Fellows  
That joined i'th' cheat with you to make him Jealous.  Devil. 
I'll bring you presently to them, and show you all  
Their holes; they did but send me out to watch when  
The Coast was clear!  Capt. 
Who, say you, set you on to this design?  Devil. 
An ill-looked Rogue, his Man, the Witch's Nephew;  
I think they call him Jasper.  Capt. 
Well, take the Boy, and call some of your Fellows,  
And there surprise them all: I'll not defer  
My searching to prevent the mischief  
That Don Antonio further may design,  
For I believe he had a hand in this  
Was done i'th' Garden, however the mistake  
Did happen to begin between the Dead.  Seru. 
Come, Sir, make haste, for I begin to fear  
Some Tragedy is Acted in the House,  
For Don Antonio's Rage is always quick,  
And they have touched the string will stretch it highest.  Capt. 
Come then, let's hasten back.  Whistling behind the Stage. Enter Nurse. Nurse. 
Ay, that's his whistle, and I must obeyed.  
Why Pedro, Pedro! What, are you dead asleep?  
Pedro, I say.  Pedro within. 
Who calls?  Nurse. 
Pedro, rise quickly, my Lady Caelia wants you.  Ped. 
What can she want me for at such a time?  Nurse. 
I know not, but Flora came, and said you must  
Come quickly, I think, to Ride to my Lord.  Ped. 
I come, but I'll have a care of your Tricks, Nurse.  Nurse. 
What tricks? What do you  Enter Pedro in a Nightgown, with his sword in's hand. 
Do with your Sword?  Ped. 
Why, Nurse, you may have malice, and malice  
May seek mischief, which because you are no Witch,  
And cannot come through a Keyhole to compass,  
For aught I know, you call me out to do it— ha'!  
What whistles that?  Whistle. Nurse. 
What whistle! Are you mad! Go to my Lady.  Ped. 
Still I suspect you.  Exeunt. Enter Nurse, with Antonio and Jasper. Anto. 
Are they together, Nurse?  Nurse. 
Yes, my Lord, the more's my sorrow!  Anto. 
Nay then, I see the Devils did speak truth;  
Francisco, their kind Cousin, Whored them both,  
By heavens they took their turns, I see it plain!  
O that I could invent some horrid Death,  
And had but time to execute it on them;  
But since I cannot, plain stabbing will do well,  
The less 've here, the more they'll find in Hell.  Nurse. 
I hope you will not kill your Lady, Sir!  Anto. 
Not kill her! But I must.  Nurse. 
What have I done? Oh, oh.  Cries out oh, oh. Anto. 
Hold, stop your mouth, I'll stop it for you else,  
They'll hear her, and escape!  
Come, Jasper, are you ready?  Jasp. 
Yes, my Lord, I follow.  Exeunt. Nurse. 
What have I done, one Murder on another?  
I see 'twas he that killed Eugenia, now,  
By's naming Don Francisco; oh, that Jasper—  
Oh, the Ghost again— what shall I do?  Exit. Caelia in Bed, and Flora all Bloody. Cael. 
I'm sorry that I sent thee, since she's mad,  
But would 'twas day, that I might get her looked to.  Flor. 
I'm sure she has scratched my face sufficiently.  Cael. 
'Tis well it was no worse.  Pedro knocks. Flor. 
Alas! she'll come again!  Ped. 
Flora, Flora.  He knocks. Flor. 
Who's that, Pedro! What's the matter with you?  Ped. 
Nurse called, and said my Lady would speak with me.  Cael. 
Bid him come in.  Flor. 
My Lady bids you enter.  Enter Pedro Cael. 
Pedro, the Nurse is mad, I did not call you,  
You see how she has scratched poor Flora's Face,  
She came just now shrieking and staring hither;  
If you could lock her up into some Room,  
It would do well.  A noise, Exiturus, he fights, and Enters with Antonio, whom when he sees, he lets fall his point, and is killed. Jasper runs Flora through. Ped. 
I hear her coming up.  
Thiefs, Madam, Thiefs!  
Oh heavens, it is my Lord!  Anto. 
Damned Lecher, so it is!  
What, does your Courage fail you—  
There, take that—  Runs him through. 
And boast in Hell that Don Antonio's Sword  
Did thee thr Honour to send thee thither.  Flor. 
O heavens! My fears were true, the Rogue has killed me.  Anto. 
Now Monster of thy Sex, see this, and tell me  Falls & dies. 
What are the effects you do expect from it?  Cael. 
Death, that's less terrible than is your Anger,  
Which I perceive by its effects already,  
Upon that Innocent Man cannot stay there.  Anto. 
Are your concerns for him, when they should be  
Employed to Heaven for mercy to your Soul?  
Nay, than Hell take its Quarry; this for Don Lewis,  
This for Don Francisco; and take this last  
For thy insatiate Lust with that damned Hind.  Cael. 
This killing me, my Lord, is very cruel;  
Since I ne'er sinned in thought against your Honour.  
This, as I do expect Eternal Rest,  
Is such a Truth, that I can die in it.  Anto. 
O Hell and Furies! This Woman's impudence exceeds you all.  
See there a Dog just wreeking from thy Bed,  
Hot with the Labour you have put him to  
And yet in thought you did not wrong my Honour.  Cael. 
From my Bed, my Lord! You are abused;  
That fellow was not here full half a minute,  
 yourself entered! Oh, I can no more—  
Heaven and the World grant Pardon for my Blood.  
For truth itself bears witness; I dare say  
That more I sorrow for your guilt then Death.  Anto. 
If this be true, tell me as thou art dying,  
What made him here at such a time o' Night?  Cael. 
I cannot tell more, then that the Nurse did send him;  
And she's run mad with guilt, or shame, or both!  
Oh, I can say no more— the Room turns Round;  
My Lord, farewell— Heaven pardon you all Blood,  
As I forgive you mine— oh, oh,—  Dies. Anto. 
Her Death both staggers, and amazes me!  
Are these Dead too?  Ped. 
Not yet, my Lord, I am not.  
Your Sword hath left me some small time for Prayers,  
And it had need; for I believe few Souls  
Can be assured to find their way to heaven  
Without more warning to begin their Journey.  
But yet I do not find much cause for doubt.  Anto. 
Nay, if thou'st hopes, by that I do conjure thee  
Tell me, what brought thee hither?  Ped. 
The Nurse's madness;  
She called me from my Bed, and told me, Flora  
Was sent to bid me come unto my Lady,  
Which though I scarce believed, yet I did do't.  Anto. 
Why did you say it was her madness did it?  Ped. 
My Lady said she was so, for she came  
Not long before shrieking into this Chamber,  
So as you entered I was going down  
To lock her up till morning in some Room:  
This, as I hope for heaven, my Lord, is true.  Anto. 
Then 'tis as true, that I must never hope for it.  
For I have killed a Wife of such obedience—  
But hold, I'll pump the Nurse— who set her on  
To tell me this.  Enter Nurse frighted. Nurse. 
O! whether will you drive me!  
Be gone, be gone!  Anto. 
Here, here she comes, I'll make her tell me all.  Jasp. 
But I'll prevent the story if I can.—  Jasper Runs Nurse through but is stayed by Antonio. Anto. 
What, does the Villain mean to kill her yet?  Jasp. 
Does she not deserve it? To invent such lies,  
And do such mischiefs with them.  Nurse. 
O thou damned Rogue! 'Twas thou that made me do't.  Jasp. 
You lying Witch, be damned—  Offers at her again. Anto. 
Forbear, you Rogue, I'll do as much for you else.  
Speak, why you did it?  Nurse. 
My Lord, he threatened me, and made me do't;  
And taught me to call Pedro when you knocked.  Ped. 
Look to yourself, my Lord, he'll kill you else.  Jasper runs Antonio behind. Jasp. 
This way is only left— hell take your Tongue.  Anto. 
Ah, thou hast killed me; yet I have strength enough  
To send thy Soul to hell.  They fight. A noise without. Jasper is mortally wounded. Jasp. 
'Tis done, I am catched at last in my  
Own Trap. Oh, I deserve my Death for want  
Of foresight, to let him Live a spy upon my Actions.  
I should have served you thus, and thus,  Runs Pedro through as he lies, and Nurse. 
And thus— and you too thus.  Ped. 
Oh, O, O!  Pedro and Nurse Die. Anto. 
Infernal Monster! how his malice lasts.  Within. 
This way's the noise.  Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant. Capt. 
What horrid sight is this? We come too late.  Anto. 
Too late indeed, except you'd come to save  
The best of Wives that there lies murdered  
By my accursed hand.  Capt. 
What, Caelia dead too! What made you do't, my Lord?  Jasp. 
Alas! he cannot tell; the Jealous fool  
Was but an Instrument in my Revenge;  
'Tis only I can tell you why she died.  
But yet I would not give that satisfaction,  
Did I not fear my Name would be forgotten,  
Except this Tale of my Revenge was known;  
In which I shall live famous.—  Seru. 
O thou Dog! Dost glory in the mischiefs thou hast done?  Jasp. 
I, and have reason; name the man that ever  
Did in one Day contrive so many Murders,  
And make 'em all Successful.  Capt. 
But what should move thee to this Villainy?  Jasp. 
For that you will not wonder.  
I am Jasper De Monsalvo, Heir to that Estate  
This Lord doth now possess.  Anto. 
Ah heavens! some of that desperate Bandity  
Did once attempt my life.  Jasp. 
Yes truly—  Anto. 
Poor Caelia, 'tis no wonder thy mind did bode  
Great misciefs from this Fellow, being Son of  
One did still contrive to kill me, for what the  
King after just forfeiture for mighty services  
Had given my Father.  Jasp. 
O Revenge!  
Thy sweetness takes away the taste of Death.  
But you'll lose my story; which in short is this:  
That Lady loved me not, and therefore I  
Made her Lord Jealous, took him to a Witch,  
And there I fooled him finely: Till the Jade,  
Who was my Aunt in deed, at your approach  
Would have discovered all; which I prevented,  
And stopped her Mouth with this: Then I contrived  
To kill Eugenia, knowing she would meet  
Francisco in the Garden; that I did  
Because she called me Villain, and refused  
To lent me Whore her too, as did her Cousin;  
And more, I knew the simple Lord I served  
When he had Murdered her, as I should make him,  
Would thank my Care, and well reward it too:  
Nay, I'd have him do't for his own safety,  
That still the Murder might be thought Francisco's;  
You know the rest i'th' Garden. I taught besides  
That damned Old Hag, whose fear has made me thus,  
To put this trick on Pedro: I bid her call him  
When she should hear us whistle, then in haste,  
And all undressed send him to Caelia's Chamber,  
Whilst we, let in, might meet him coming thence,  
Thinking the Cuckold's Rage would murder all,  
And never hear 'em speak; but there I failed,  
Their dying words betrayed me, that's the worst,  
Or I had lived to glory in their Deaths;  
But this my Comfort is, he'll not survive me,  
I have done his business too before I die.  Seru. 
Was ere so Impudent a Villain seen?  Capt. 
I'll try to stop his wounds, that so  
I may keep him for Execution.  Jasp. 
Stand off, by Hell,  
He that comes near me finds his Death with this!  
Think you I'm grown so tame to die by Law;  
No, no, I'll not endure a formal Trial,  
To be upbraided with those things I think  
Deserve a Trophy rather than Contempt,  
Which since I know will follow, here's my Bail,  
This will deliver any man from Jayl.  
Let Cowards die by hanging; such as I  
As we live bravely, thus dare bravely die.  Stabs himself. Capt. 
He has done well; no Excutioner  
Can have been found so bad as his own hand,  
And Hell will give him what he wants on Earth:  
And yet, my Lord, it troubles me for you,  
Since my Place binds me to secure your Person,  
To answer Law for all your Rage has done.  Anto. 
Shame almost stops my mouth; yet, Captain, know  
My wound won't give me time for that misfortune;  
Stay but a little, let me fix my Eyes  
On what lies here, for that alone would give me  
A sudden Death, had I no other hurt.  
I dare not hope for Heaven, having done  
So black a Murder on such Innocence,  
And yet I do believe her Charity  
As it did dying, still doth beg that Pardon  
Might from above be granted to my soul,  
Which if I miss, as I have cause to fear,  
Then sure I shall be turned into a Devil  
For ever to Torment his Cursed soul  
That led me to these mischiefs.  
'Twould be some ease, if Heaven but granted that,  
But I begin to faint! Oh, Blessed Soul  
Dart forth one Beam of Light, to guide the way,  
Or I shall always wander in the dark.  
Night seizes me already: yet from hence  
In spite of death my soul shall take her flight,  
Go where I will, I thus set out a right.  Dies. Seru. 
Hes dead—  Capt. 
By dying so, at lest he's thus far happy,  
That he Escapes the Punishments of Trial,  
And the Exemplar death must have attended  
Which to a man so Jealous of his Fame  
As he was, would have been a Hell on Earth.  
Your Duty to your Lord will keep you safe,  
Yet you must to the Viceroy go with me  
To be a Witness there of what hath happened,  
The story else will seem Incredible.  Seru. 
I am ready, Sir, for all you shall Command.  Capt. 
Oh Jealousy, thou sickness of great souls,  
To what a Rage didst thou transport this Lord?  
For had his Wife been false it was not good  
By Murdering her to drown himself in Blood;  
For Lust may be Excused since flesh is frail,  
But Murder on the Soul does guilt Entail.  
The Curtain Falls.    

EPILOGUE  By Mr. Harris. 

A Tragedy, and not Heroic Verse,  
The Comic part fit only for Farce;  
No Atheism, nor any man we know  
Abused, no repartee, nor splendid show;  
But very little Bawdy, and less wit,  
The Devil's in't, cries one, if this Play hit.  
Faith— may be not, and may be too it will,  
For Chance sometimes exceeds all rules of skill.  
As he who Raging did his Pencil throw,  
And Painted that by chance, he could not draw  
For we have seen, and lately too, a Play  
Cried down by those that cannot keep away  
And when they come spite of themselves they stay.  
And to our sorrow we have others known,  
That for their wit have Wit itself outdone,  
And yet you wits, that praise 'em seldom come.  
So the Goodman, ofttimes for cause unknown,  
Leaves well-dressed Beauteous Wife for Homely Joan.  
And you that Misses keep too, I'm afraid  
Do sometimes make 'em Jealous of the Maid;  
So if this Play not dressed by rules of Art  
Should with some Trick of Nature catch the heart;  
we'd give you leave to rail, and never fear,  
Because we're sure you'd come to do it here.  
Gallants you see what  you say or do,  
Plays will be writ, and we shall Act 'em too.  
Some will for pleasure, some for profit write,  
Some for Applause, and some will do't in spite,  
Such bit by Critics, straight run mad and by't.  
This does our bu'sness: but we'd have you know,  
We wish we'd none but true brisk wit to show,  
We silence wish that Men might hear a Play,  
And wish that Vizard Mask would keep away:  
But we as well might wish we were those Kings  
We sometimes Act, as hope to see these things.  
Then since to rail o'th' Stage and in the Pit,  
Must in this sickly Age be counted Wit;  
And that th' Infection cannot be subdued,  
We Actors for our own sakes do conclude,  
The Itch to write and rail will ne'er be cured,  
And therefore faith let'em be both Endured.   
FINIS.   

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