Serv. But all my care did signifie but little,
The Wind blew fresh, and rustling in the Wood,
Wholly destroy’d their Voyces, so that few words
Of what they said I heard; and those I did,
Came so divided they had no connexion.
Ger. What sort of Actions did you then perceive?
Serv. My Lord, I saw Antonio much disturb’d;
Sometimes he’d rise and walk a turn or two
With eager pace, then stop as suddenly,
Then stamp and tear his hair; then loudly cry.
She’s dead, she’s dead! Oh, Cælia, Oh, Antonio!
Then lye him down again, and rest a space:
Sometimes call Jasper to him, talk a while,
And soon again rise in another Passion;
Seldom I heard a word, except a Curse!
Or now and then a Name; as Lewis, Cælia,
Pedro, Francisco, Flora; nay, my Lord,
Sometimes I heard your Name, and then Eugenia’s;
Then suddenly holding his hands to Heav’n,
He’d down again, and there a while would role.
Ger. These Actions sure did seem a perfect madness.
Serv. It seem’d indeed a madness methodiz’d,
Like theirs who are Transported far with Passion.
Ger. But how perceiv’d you Jasper bear himself?
Serv. Quite in another manner, but as strange!
For when his Lord look’d down, his looks would be
As full of mirth, ready to burst in Laughter;
That I perceiv’d he scarce contain’d himself:
But if his Lord did look about to speak,
Then was his Face demure, with hand on Breast,
Turning his Eyes to Heav’n, and groaning sighs.
As you have seen, my Lord, a Canting Preacher
Aiming to cheat his Audience, wanting matter,
Sigh to seem Holy, till he thought on something.
So at that distance seem’d his Actions to me;
But when his back was turn’d, the Rascal would
Make Mouths, and point with signs of greatest scorn.
Ger. There is some Fatal Villany in this;
Some Mystery beyond my Fathoming:
But how long staid they thus?
Serv. About two hours, when mounting both their Horses,
I took mine, and un-espy’d did dogg e’m to the City,
And where they Hous’d I know not; for they enter’d
Remote from Home, and I i’th’ streets soon lost e’m.
Ger. Do both your Fellows know this?