told you of.

_Anto._ I might have read it then, and ne're askt you, had
I but known it.

_Cael._ If your Lordship pleases you may read it.

_Anto._ No, no, I will not, but prethee keep it better.

_Cael._ My Lord, there are some Tenants, who desire to express
Their Loves by Rural Recreations--

_Anto._ Bid e'm stay, their sports 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 contriv'd
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 suckt these Breasts.

_Anto._ Shew 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'le cut your Throat.

_Nurse._ I'le 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 confirm'd my Wife's a Devil,
And I will send her to the rest e're Morning;
Go and contrive a Letter from _Don John_;
Shall intimate he's sick, and wants my presence,
Then I'le contrive the rest.

_Jasp._ Be not too rash, my Lord, might I advise
You should be certain e're you Acted ought.

_Anto._ How can I be more certain then this Night,
To be Eye-witness of her Lust my self,
As Nurse has undertook 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'de have you go to her.

_Anto.