Nurse. Now if I would be hang’d, I cannot forbear telling.
Faith, my Lord, Gerardo’s like to be the Man now,
though I am for your Lordship still, you’re my best Friend.
Fran. By heav’n I’le be his Death, and hers to boot;
can she slight me for him, he Whore our Kindred!
When did he first enjoy her?
Nurse. Not so, my Lord, he’s to Marry her.
Fran. Nay, if’t be so; then I’m Reveng’d already,
For’s joyning with Antonio ’gainst our house,
He’s Antidated Cuckold, and by me!
O rare Revenge! There’s for thy News, Nurse.
[Gives money to her.
Were all my Enemies but serv’d the same;
At a more full Revenge I’de never aim.
Nurse. Me-thinks you should not be so merry for losing my
Lady; ’faith, had I known it, you should not have come
into the place you wot’on, by my means.
Fran. Nay, be not angry, Nurse, I find her drift.
She loves our family, and studies to Revenge it.
To make him Cuckold; how it pleases me!
Poyson, nor Poniards is not half so well,
Go, tell her; Nurse I’m glad she takes this way:
I glory in her love! by Heaven I do,
I’le find Sebastian out, and laugh with him,
Till I e’en split my sides.
Nurse. Sir, you’le tell no body I hope.
Fran. No, none but him:
To say as he goes by, there goes my Cuckold;
And then to laugh, go Nurse, and tell her
I’le be sure to meet—