[Exit.
Eugen. What by this cursed Sin am I reduc’d to?
To be a Slave to Slaves; nay, worse, a Bawd,
A Name so base, profest ones do detest it,
And yet I’m one, this cursed Hellish Hagg has made me so.
The first did sell, and then betray’d my Honour,
Yet thinks she has oblig’d me by the Action.
Nay, I am forc’t to say so now to please her;
Some heavenly Angel make me Chaste again,
Or make me nothing, I am resolv’d to try,
Before I’de still live Whore, I’de choose to dye.
Enter Jasper.
Jasp. I’m come to thank your Lady-ship for the great care,
Nurse sayes, you have of me; but faith, Madam, I
was ne’re made to be Steel to a Tinder-Box; she’s
meer Touch-wood; no, I’m not for Marrying great
grannums: But if your Lady-ship knows any Young
Dame, that wants a strong back to do her drudgery,
though it be in her Lord’s absence, I’m content.
Eugen. What, is the Fellow mad?
Jasp. No, Madam, not mad at all, but can as soberly keep
councel as the best Young Gallant of ’em all; and am
as able to do the feat: Please your Lady-ship to try me,
and praise me as you find; if you dislike my work,
I’le lose my labour, and have nothing for my pains.
Eugen. Oh, strange, unheard-of Impudence! Out, Villain.
[Ex.
Jasp. So scornful! Villain! Nay, if you call me so, ’tis time
to be so; what a Devil ayls my face, that she contemns
me thus? May be my Nose is not long enough she thinks,
pox on her Pride, ’tis that or’e-comes her Leachery—I must
alter my Trade, for I was ne’re born I see to thrive by
love; then I’le set up a shop of hatred, and the Wares I
vent shall be Revenge, that may hit; but hold, my Lord.
Enter Antonio.