Anto. Fetch me some water there.
Cæl. My Dream was true, my Dearest Lord’s return’d!
What makes you Bleed?
Anto. As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrop, my Nose
Gusht out a Bleeding.
Eugen. My Sister dreamt, an Angel led you back,
And I believe it now.
Ger. Pray take some other with you, I, if you please
Will keep you Company.
Ant. No, I’m resolv’d to stay, and send him word, I am
Took ill my self; my Nose leaves Bleeding.
Cæl. I am satisfy’d, my Lord, you do not go, and therefore
Will Retire.
[Ex. all but Anto. and Gerar.
Anto.Do so, my Dear.
Now I must tell my Friend, I dare not stay,
Twould look but ill to say a Bleeding Nose
Made Don Antonio slight his dying Friend.
Ger. If that was all, it would; but yet reflect
There are more Prodigies forbid this Journey
Then Cæsar had t’avoyd the Senate-House.