thou the secret close, and ne're fear me;
But if my Lord should ask suspitiously questions
About his Wife--name _Pedro_ to him, say, when he's
From Home, that Fellow stayes 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 damn'd a Lye.

_Jasp._ Why? Y'are a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it,
Only we'l be Reveng'd of _Pedro_, and that Slut, for
They're our Enemies; besides, if you won't, I'le swear
You told me so, and moreover, let him know all the
Rest y'have told me.

_Nurse._ Nay, don't be angry, and I'le 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.
Follow you me.
[To Nurse.]

[Ex. _Cael._ _Nurse_, & _Flora_.

_Ped._ What, i'th' dumps, Seignior! 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 suppos'd; 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 then
Committing Incest; to Cuckold, for ought I know, a
dozen Generations.

_Jasp._ Rest you merry, I can leave you.

_Ped._ But I'le 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 denyals
Were spoke so faintly, I Interpret well.

_Anto._ Dear Friend, I am afraid you do mistake
The Object of your Joyes, let me perswade
You to believe, there's not that happiness
In Marriage-Beds, as s