Nurse Yes, the Lord Sebastian, he knows all, and alwayes
waits upon ’em.
Jasp. That’s well, keep thou the secret close, and ne’re fear me;
but if my Lord should ask suspitiously questions
about his Wife—name Pedro to him, say, when he’s
from Home, that Fellow stayes too long within her
chamber, and say, that Flora waits; leave me to prove
it true.
Nurse. Why, ’tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damn’d a Lye.
Jasp. Why? Y’are a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it,
only we’l be Reveng’d of Pedro, and that Slut, for
they’re our Enemies; besides, if you won’t, I’le swear
you told me so, and moreover, let him know all the
rest y’have told me.
Nurse. Nay, don’t be angry, and I’le do any thing.
Enter Cælia, Pedro, and Flora.
Cæl. Oh, thou Old doting Fool! what, still remain here!
What punishment is proper for thy Age? As for you,
Sirrah, I believe my Lord will find a way quickly to
send you packing.
Jasp. It may be so, but ’tis without a cause.
Cæl. Impudent Villain! how I do hate thy sight.
Follow you me.
[To Nurse.] [Ex. Cæl. Nurse, & Flora.