_Nurse._ If you talk lowd your self, why may not I?
But I'le bring _Jasper_ to you shall deny all.

_Eug._ What mischief upon mischief she designs?
Dost think, like thine, my Modesty is gone?
To have this argu'd out before my face
And such a Villaine by?--

_Nurse._ A Villain, say you?
No Villain neither, I wou'd have you know;
No more then is _Francisco_: pick that bone,
Or if you will, I'le bid _Gerardo_ do it.
Dee' think to rail at me? Is that my thanks?

_Eug._ My feares I see will force me to dissemble;
Nurse, I but try'd thy patience; I believe
Thou would'st not tell that secret for the world,
No, tho' it were to _Jasper_.

_Nurse._ _Jasper's_ an honest fellow, and no Villain;
And did he know a secret, he could keep it.

_Eug._ But have you told it then?

_Nurse._ No matter what I've done, I will not tell you,
Because you vext and rated at me so.

_Eug._ Well, Nurse, I did believe you lov'd me better.
[Weeps.
And wou'd trust me with any thing you did,
But I perceive your kindness all for _Jasper_.

_Nurse._ I love _Jasper_ well, and love you too,
And you shall have no wrong I warrant you.

_Eug._ The thing is plain, I need not ask no further.
But where's the remedy? Nurse, prethee tell me,
What did _Francisco_ say unto my message?

_Nurse._ I, there's a bus'ness now worth asking for.
He sayes, he's glad you'l condescend to meet;
Nay, he's a glad man, I'le tell you that, i' faith,
He bid me say, you were a gallant Girle,
So to Revenge his quarrel on _Gerardo_.

_Eug._ _Gerardo_, said you! O thy mouth's a Sieve!
There's not a secret thou canst keep a moment;
Did I not charge thee not to name _Gerardo_,
Till I should speak of it myself to him?
Nay, 'tis the greatest motive makes me meet him,
For to prevent the mischiefs else may follow;
Well, I am curst for sin, and thou art made
The cause o' th' sin, and curse that does attend it.

_Nur._ What, are you got to railing again for nothing?
Pray who has most discretion to tell a bus'ness,
You, or I? But you, forsooth, are grown so proud of late
Because you hope to Marry _Don Gerardo_;
That there's no speaking to you: Marry gip.
'Faith I shall spoil your Market.
[Exit.

_Eug._ Do thy worst
(for I am resolv'd to suffer once for all)
Death would be better then this Slavery,
And that's the worst can happen
Should she tell my Brother, or _Gerardo_, my whole story;
That's dying once, but I by f