Anto. What have I got? Am I more satisfy’d
By this same Paper then I was before?
No, not at all; and yet why should I not?
There’s not a thought set down concerneth me—
Yet that’s her policy—
She either fear’d that I should get the Paper,
Or else on purpose did contrive I might;
But how can I know that? This Jealousie,
If it continue long, will make me mad.
Jasp. Well, the Devil has put him on this pin meerly
to do me a kindness.
Anto. And yet it must continue, who can Cure it?
Ay, there’s it, who can Cure it? Then I must be mad!
Nay, I’m mad already, stark mad!—
Jasp. My good Lord.
Anto. What’s the matter? I fear he heard me.
[Aside.
Jasp. I come to take leave of your Lordship, I have
enemies I hear have turn’d me going.
Anto. Is’t not deservedly, thou Goat?
Jasp. Yes, yes, it may be so, since they will have it so;
but if I had never seen, I had ne’re been turn’d
away for doing: If I were as ready to make
mischief, as I am fear’d to be; Nurse and I had not
been only the Sufferers.
Anto. Explain your Riddle, Sirrah.