Witch.Thou’rt a Fool:
It was a Boy, I tell thee, and no Devil;
Nor am I a sorceress, though I could wish
To do thee good I was: But ’tis no matter,
Bring thou thy Lord, I’le practice well enough
To make him think all true, that I shall shew him.
Jasp. You now Revive my Drooping Spirits, Aunt, and
Make my hopes grow strong! Ah sweet Revenge,
How my soul Dances but with thoughts of it;
Assist me, Aunt, to get this mighty Blessing, and I
Shall dye your slave.
Witch. O rare Boy!
How I rejoyce to see this Spirit in thee,
For ’tis the vertue of our Family
To seek Revenge, not basely swallow wrongs:
Don Sancho De Mensalvo, thy Grandsire
Was for a while Vice-Admiral of Spain,
But then disgrac’d turn’d Pyrate and Reveng’d
With Fire and Sword on all Mankind, the wrongs
He thought the Court had basely plac’d on him;
At last he was betray’d and lost his head,
Thy Father turn’d Bandetto, what he got
I did dispose of for him; but his Fate
Betray’d him too to Death by Execution:
Since when I by these Arts do strive to live,
And thou art forc’d to serve—
That very Lord, who does those Lands
Possess should have been thine.
Jasp. But will e’re long mount to some higher sphere,
Or dye in the attempt; this Plot, perhaps, may do,
And I thereby obtain some part of my Estate
Again; for if the plotted mischiefs shall succeed,
I’le tell him whom I am, and my resolves, either
To share his Fortunes or Reveal all. Then I will
Rise Don Jasper De Monsalvo and Cheek by Jole,
Ask how Antonio does. Then don’t forget the names.
Witch. Not one of them: I know them very well.
Jasp. Farewell, Dear Aunt, but don’t you seem to know me.
Witch. Out you great Fool! What become my Instructer?
Be careful of your self, and fear not me. Farewel, boy.
[Exeunt.
Enter Antonio, Gerardo, Cælia, Eugenia, as to a Masque, and take their seats.
Ger. Have you heard, Madam, what they represent?