Don Ped. What's your Disorder?
Jacin. A little Sort of a something towards an Ague, I think.
Don Ped. You don't seem so ill, but you may tell me—
Jacin. O, I can tell you nothing, Sir, I assure you.
Don Ped. You answer me before yon hear my Question. That looks as if you knew——
Jacin. I know that what you are going to ask me, is a Secret I'm out at.
Don Ped. [Offering her a Purse.] Then this shall let thee into it.
Jacin. I know nothing of the Matter.
Don Ped. Come, tell me all, and take thy Reward.