gery am I forc'd 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 Ruines of our House.
This Nurse of Ninety never stayes with me but I'de as
live have been Rid by a Night-Mare.

_Enter Nurse._

_Nurse._ What's that, Night-Mare? Am I a Night-Mare?

_Jasp._ No, Nurse, I said, I was troubl'd with a Night-Mare,
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're since
She took me in your Chamber, and if she shou'd
Take you here, and tell my Lady, I should be turn'd
Away, for you know she loves me not e're 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 dy'd.

_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 prethee 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; prethee 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,
I know where you have been all Night.

_Jasp._ Why, there 'tis--this is what I fear'd, I am undone,
A plague of Cubbard Love--step into the Closet.

_Nurse._ What's that you say, Cubbard Love?

_Jasp._ No, no, prethee 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 Chopps mumble her Beads o're, but I
Must keep count of her _Pater Nosters_: No, no, she's
Gon on Pilgrimage to some Shrine, to beg Children
For my Lady; 'tis a devout Old Woman.

_Flor._ Devout! I