Anto. Could you not guess the men?
Jasp. I think they were Francisco and Sebastian.
Anto. It must be they; a plague upon their Fewds;
They can Revenge themselves upon my Wife:
Go, call the Nurse, this she must needs conspire in;
But keep all private from her.
[Exit Jasper.
Is she so bucksome? Has she more Kinsmen Stallions?
I’le cleanse her Blood, or empty all her veins;
confessions calls she these! Betwixt Religion and her Leachery
the Devil dances Barley-break—but hold—why
may’nt the Rogue contrive this for Revenge?
For if I reflect his pretending not to tell, did but
usher in the Story. I must be cautious of a too light belief.
Enter Cælia.
Cæl. My Lord, by Accident I’ve lost a Paper, which troubles me.
Anto. A Paper, say you? I took up one i’th’ Garden, and I
think this is it.
Cæl. It is, my Lord, and I rejoyce no other Person found it.
Anto. Why, what is it?