els.
_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 discharg'd,
I'le ee'n take him.

_Cael._ _Jasper_, my Lord! Pray take not him.

_Anto._ Why not him, there are no Nurses there?
[Enter _Ped._ with Boots.
Where's _Jasper_ _Pedro_?

_Ped._ He said he wou'd not dine, and went
Abroad, yet I suppose he may be now in's Chamber.

_Anto._ Reach my Bootes, who has worn 'em lately?
I do believe you get into my Bootes.

_Ped._ I, my Lord.

_Anto._ I, you, my Rogue! Go, see for _Jasper_.
[Strikes _Pedro_ with a Boot'top.

[Exit _Pedro_.

_Cael._ My Lord! Why do you thus disturb your self?

_Anto._ You see the blow don't maim him, you need
Not be concern'd.

_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 resolv'd, let me go too.

_Anto._ That cannot be: Don _John's_ a Batchellor,
And is not fitted to have Women guests.

_Cael._ I will dispence 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're perceiv'd his will to reign before,
Some sudden fancy makes him Obstinate.

_Eug._ So, give her Air, she comes to her self.

_Cael._ Where is my Lord! What gone! am I deluded?
I Saw an Angel lead him back again.

_Ger._ Her fancy is disturb'd, make no answer:

_Cael._ Why Sister, where's my Lord?

_Eug._ Do not disturb your self, 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 return'd!
What makes you Bleed?

_Anto._ As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrop, my Nose
Gusht 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 resolv'd to stay,