Anto. As you hate Jasper, I hate whom I please.
Enter Jasper.
Cæl. His sight strikes terror to me!
Anto. Jasper, make ready, you must go with me.
[Exit Jasp.
Cæl. Here on my knees I beg you would not take him:
But if you be resolv’d, let me go too.
Anto. That cannot be: Don John’s a Batchellor,
And is not fitted to have Women guests.
Cæl. I will dispence with any thing, my Lord,
Then let me go, or do not take Jasper.
Anto. Come, I must break this Childish way of yours,
Jasper shall go, and you shall stay at home,
And so Farewell; make merry with our Friends.
Ger. Do not resolve, my Lord; see how she takes it.