Serv.No, my Lord,
I did not think it would become my Duty
To tell them any thing but what they saw.
Ger. I never knew thee yet mistake thy trust;
Thy secrecy was well: Preserve it still,
For I must use it further, therefore go,
And Charge your Pistols, we must walk a Round
About Antonio’s House to watch their motion;
For there the Scene must lye of this design;
If there be mischief in’t, thy courage now
(If theirs occasion) must again be try’d.
And well Rewarded too.
Serv.’Tis so, my Lord,
Above all other wayes in that you trust it.
But I’le be gone, and Execute your Orders.
[Exit.
Ger. A Faithful Servant is the best of Friends,
Since he is nearest alwayes to assist us;
But stay, I cannot guess from all I’ve heard,
The cause that should disturb Antonio;
Except ’tis Jealousie: Yet how can that be?
If Cælia’s vitious there’s no vertuous Women.
But now I think how much he rail’d at Marriage,
And more our Arguments concerning doubt,
These things perswade he’s Jealous! But of whom?
The more I think, the more I am confounded!
How Clouded Man
Doubts first, and from one doubt doth soon proceed
A thousand more in solving of the first;
Like Nighted Travellers we lose our way;
Then every Ignis Fatuus makes us stray.
By the false Lights of Reason led about,
Till we arrive where we at first set out:
“Nor shall we e’re Truths perfect High-way see,
Till dawns the Day-break of Eternity.”
[Exit.
Enter Eugenia.
Eug. I am amaz’d the Nurse should stay so long;
My Anger makes each minute seem an hour:
That Woman is a thing made up of mischief;
Some Fatal Devil sure did guide the Choyce
My Mother made, in choosing her our Nurse.
She’s Fool to th’ height: And yet hath wit enough
To tread all Labyrinths of Treachery;
But that’s no wonder: For who’s Treacherous
That wants not Eyes to see it’s ugly Form?
For now I fear, and I believe not vainly,
That Villain, Jasper, knows all my concerns,
Or what could prompt him to that Impudence
He did express in his address today.
Enter Nurse.
Thou fatal Hagg, thou Mother of all mischief,
What Devil taught thy perjur’d Tongue the way
To tell the shame which thou didst first occasion?