Eugen. What, is the Fellow mad?

Jasp. No, Madam, not mad at all, but can as soberly keep Councel as the best Young Gallant of ’em all; and am As able to do the feat:  Please your Lady-ship to try me, And praise me as you find; if you dislike my work, I’le lose my labour, and have nothing for my pains.

Eugen. Oh, strange, unheard-of Impudence!  Out, Villain.
    [Ex.

Jasp. So scornful!  Villain!  Nay, if you call me so, ’tis time To be so; what a Devil ayls my face, that she contemns Me thus?  May be my Nose is not long enough she thinks, Pox on her Pride, ’tis that or’e-comes her Leachery—­I must Alter my Trade, for I was ne’re born I see to thrive by Love; then I’le set up a shop of hatred, and the Wares I Vent shall be Revenge, that may hit; but hold, my Lord.

  Enter Antonio_._

Anto. What have I got?  Am I more satisfy’d
By this same Paper then I was before? 
No, not at all; and yet why should I not? 
There’s not a thought set down concerneth me—­
Yet that’s her policy—­
She either fear’d that I should get the Paper,
Or else on purpose did contrive I might;
But how can I know that?  This Jealousie,
If it continue long, will make me mad.

Jasp. Well, the Devil has put him on this pin meerly To do me a kindness.

Anto. And yet it must continue, who can Cure it?  Ay, there’s it, who can Cure it?  Then I must be mad!  Nay, I’m mad already, stark mad!—­

Jasp. My good Lord.

Anto. What’s the matter?  I fear he heard me.
    [Aside.

Jasp. I come to take leave of your Lordship, I have Enemies I hear have turn’d me going.

Anto. Is’t not deservedly, thou Goat?

Jasp. Yes, yes, it may be so, since they will have it so;
But if I had never seen, I had ne’re been turn’d
Away for doing:  If I were as ready to make
Mischief, as I am fear’d to be; Nurse and I had not
Been only the Sufferers.

Anto. Explain your Riddle, Sirrah.

Jasp. Nay, let my Tongue come out e’re I say any thing to Disquiet your Lordship, I love you better.

Anto. Disquiet me!  What lyes within thy power to say that Can disquiet me?

Jasp. Nay, nothing it may be, my Lady is my Lady, and
You are a kind Lord, that’s all I know; so begging
Your Lordships Discharge, I’m gone, and then their
Fears are over.

Anto. Villain, thou’st given me poyson; my veins swell With it, produce the Antidote, or I’le dissect thy Soul To find it out; what is’t you know that can disquiet me?

Jasp. I know little, my Lord, to’ th’ purpose, besides, it will But vex you, since there may be no harm in it.

Anto. Come, come, no going back, tell quickly what you know.

Jasp. I know, why, I know that my Lady hates me, Because I told your Lordship the time she was to Deliver the Jewels and Money to Don Lewis, and Still she calls me false in being true to you—­but—­