nough
To make him think all true, that I shall shew 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 dye your slave.

_Witch._ O rare Boy!
How I rejoyce to see this Spirit in thee,
For 'tis the vertue of our Family
To seek Revenge, not basely swallow wrongs:
_Don Sancho De Mensalvo_, thy Grandsire
Was for a while Vice-Admiral of Spain,
But then disgrac'd turn'd Pyrate and Reveng'd
With Fire and Sword on all Mankind, the wrongs
He thought the Court had basely plac'd on him;
At last he was betray'd and lost his head,
Thy Father turn'd Bandetto, what he got
I did dispose of for him; but his Fate
Betray'd him too to Death by Execution:
Since when I by these Arts do strive to live,
And thou art forc'd to serve--
That very Lord, who does those Lands
Possess should have been thine.

_Jasp._ But will e're long mount to some higher sphere,
Or dye 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'le 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 Jole,
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 Instructer?
Be careful of your self, and fear not me. Farewel, 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 determin'd is before,
I would not know my Destiny me-thinks,
For good is best, when least it is Expected;
And bad fore-seen is doubl'd by our fear
Things certain no fore-knowledge 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 wou'd you gain?

_Anto._ 'Twould cure doubt to me the deadliest pain.

_Ger._ Doubt is th'effect of fear or Jealousie,
Two Passions which to Reason give the Lye
For fear torments, but neve