Enter Nurse.
Nurse. If this Ghost follow still, ’twill make me mad;
For sure it is a Ghost it looks so pale;
Ay, and Eugenia’s Ghost, I’m sure it is;
But who should kill her? May be Don Francisco!
Oh, there it is again—It’s not my fault—
Oh, do not follow me then: What shall I do?
See there again, she points unto her Breasts—
It’s gone again, I fear ’twill make me mad—
I’le go to Prayers: But I forget my bus’ness,
My Lord will come, and I must let him in,
And shew him what I promis’d, or he’l kill me.
Enter Flora.
What, come again! Oh, Heav’ns! I’le stop my Eyes,
Flor. Nurse, are you mad?
Nurse. No, you would make me so! But I defie thee—
Be gone, thou Spirit, i’th’ name of Heav’n, be gone.
Flor. Who should be gone?
Nurse. Thou! for thou’rt the Devil. Come not near me.
Flor. My Lady sent me to you—
Nurse. No, no, she did not, for she lov’d me always,
And would not send the Devil thus to fright me.