Jasp. No, ’tis as great a truth as what you told me of, Don Francisco’s Bedding with Eugenia; tell me the Rest, and by it save your Life.

Nurse. Dear Jasper, be not angry, and I will.

Jasp. Come, Nurse, do it, and then we’l kiss and be Friends. 
I shall have use of her.
    [Aside.

Nurse. Now thou shalt have my heart; and thus it is:  Don Francisco doth often meet Eugenia i’th’ Garden, who, to avoid suspition, after her Sisters In Bed, by my means gets her Night-Gown, and Puts it on so to avoid being known, shou’d any see her.

Jasp. Oh, Excellent! when do they meet again?

Nurse. I’ve promis’d him this Night, though she was loath, Till I told her he would but take his leave, for she’s Grown a little backward, now she’s to marry Don Gerardo.

Jasp. Is she to marry him, sayst thou?

Nurse. I, sure, for he makes Love to her, and she’s so hot Upon’t, that she vows after this Night never to meet Francisco any more; but I’le go Live with her, And so shalt thou.

Jasp. Ay, so I will—­i’th’ Garden, sayst thou, and in her Sisters Gown, no body with them!

Nurse Yes, the Lord Sebastian, he knows all, and alwayes Waits upon ’em.

Jasp. That’s well, keep thou the secret close, and ne’re fear me; But if my Lord should ask suspitiously questions About his Wife—­name Pedro to him, say, when he’s From Home, that Fellow stayes too long within her Chamber, and say, that Flora waits; leave me to prove It true.

Nurse. Why, ’tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damn’d a Lye.

Jasp. Why?  Y’are a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it, Only we’l be Reveng’d of Pedro, and that Slut, for They’re our Enemies; besides, if you won’t, I’le swear You told me so, and moreover, let him know all the Rest y’have told me.

Nurse. Nay, don’t be angry, and I’le do any thing.

  Enter Caelia_, Pedro, and Flora._

Cael. Oh, thou Old doting Fool! what, still remain here!  What punishment is proper for thy Age?  As for you, Sirrah, I believe my Lord will find a way quickly to Send you packing.

Jasp. It may be so, but ’tis without a cause.

Cael. Impudent Villain! how I do hate thy sight. 
Follow you me.
    [To Nurse.]

    [Ex. Cael. Nurse, & Flora.

Ped. What, i’th’ dumps, Seignior! all a mort for your Mistress, faith man, take it not so to heart, there are others I’th’ World as Young, though few may be as handsome.

Jasp. Ay, Sir, ’tis to be suppos’d; you can boast it by Experience, There are Young Ladies for spruce Pedro’s—­Jasper—­ Must be content with their Nurses.

Ped. Content, say you?  I, Marry, if she content you not, the Devil can’t; why, she’s a Dish of variety, like a huge Olio; there’s all Ages of Women in her.  Thou art The happiest man in a Mistress, Jasper—­faith, I envy thee.