Jasp. Alas! he cannot tell; the Jealous fool
Was but an Instrument in my Revenge;
’Tis only I can tell you why she dy’d.
But yet I would not give that satisfaction,
Did I not fear my Name would be forgotten,
Except this Tale of my Revenge was known;
In which I shall live famous.—
Serv.O thou Dogg!
Dost glory in the mischiefs thou hast done?
Jasp. I, and have reason; name the man that ever
Did in one Day contrive so many Murders,
And make ’em all Successful.
Capt. But what should move thee to this Villainy?
Jasp. For that you will not wonder.
I am Jasper De Monsalvo, Heir to that Estate
This Lord doth now possess.
Anto. Ah Heav'ns! some of that desperate Banditry
Did once attempt my life.
Jasp. Yes truly—
Anto. Poor Cælia, ’tis no wonder thy mind did boad
great mischiefs from this Fellow, being Son of
one did still contrive to kill me, for what the
King after just forfeiture for mighty services
had given my Father.
Jasp. O Revenge!
Thy sweetness takes away the taste of Death.
But you’l lose my story; which in short is this:
That Lady lov’d me not, and therefore I
Made her Lord Jealous, took him to a Witch,
And there I fool’d him finely: Till the Jade,
Who was my Aunt indeed, at your approach
Would have discover’d all; which I prevented,
And stopt her Mouth with this: Then I contriv’d
To kill Eugenia, knowing she would meet
Francisco in the Garden; that I did
Because she call’d me Villain, and refus’d
To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen;
And more, I knew the simple Lord I serv’d
When he had Murder’d her, as I should make him,
Would thank my Care, and well reward it too:
Nay, I’d have him do’t for his own safety,
That still the Murder might be thought Francisco’s;
You know the rest i’th’ Garden. I taught besides
That damn’d Old Hagg, whose fear has made me thus,
To put this trick on Pedro: I bid her call him
When she should hear us whistle, then in haste,
And all undrest send him to Cælia’s Chamber,
Whilst we, let in, might meet him coming thence,
Thinking the Cuckold’s Rage would murder all,
And never hear ’em speak; but there I fail’d,
Their dying words betray’d me, that’s the worst,
Or I had liv’d to glory in their Deaths;
But this my Comfort is, he’l not survive me,
I have done his bus’ness too before I dye.
Serv. Was er’e so Impudent a Villain seen?