Jasp. Nay, let my Tongue come out e’re I say any thing to
disquiet your Lordship, I love you better.
Anto. Disquiet me! What lyes within thy power to say that
can disquiet me?
Jasp. Nay, nothing it may be, my Lady is my Lady, and
you are a kind Lord, that’s all I know; so begging
your Lordships Discharge, I’m gone, and then their Fears are over.
Anto. Villain, thou’st given me poyson; my veins swell
with it, produce the Antidote, or I’le dissect thy Soul
to find it out; what is’t you know that can disquiet me?
Jasp. I know little, my Lord, to’ th’ purpose, besides, it will
but vex you, since there may be no harm in it.
Anto. Come, come, no going back, tell quickly what you know.
Jasp. I know, why, I know that my Lady hates me,
because I told your Lordship the time she was to
deliver the Jewels and Money to Don Lewis, and
still she calls me false in being true to you—but—
Anto. But what?
Jasp. But if I should say all I know—well, but let
that alone, good, my Lord, your Discharge.
Anto. Vile Dog, dost raise my Anger for to play with it?
I’le vent it upon thee then.