The Fatal Jealousie (1673) eBook

Henry Nevil Payne
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 102 pages of information about The Fatal Jealousie (1673).

The Fatal Jealousie (1673) eBook

Henry Nevil Payne
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 102 pages of information about The Fatal Jealousie (1673).

Anto. But what?

Jasp. But if I should say all I know—­well, but let That alone, good, my Lord, your Discharge.

Anto. Vile Dog, dost raise my Anger for to play with it? 
I’le vent it upon thee then.
    [Draws, and cuts at him.

Jasp. Hold, hold, my Lord, and I’le tell all I know.

Anto. Let’s hear it.

Jasp. When you lay hid about Don Lewis’s death, I’ve Often seen a Lady in the Night to meet two Men I’th’ Garden, but am not sure it was your Lady.

Anto. What makes you name her then?

Jasp. Her Gown, I think it was her Gown.

Anto. Wa’st often, say you?

Jasp. Yes, every Night, except you lay at home, for I
Took pains to watch, they never fail’d coming,
But there was but one of them went into the House,
Sir, and he neither would not stay above an hour
At most:  this is all.

Anto. All, quoth a!  What Devil would have more, If ’twas my Lady.

Jasp. I can’t say that, but yet I dare be sworn it was Her Gown, I do believe, I mean, I think it was.

Anto. Could you not guess the men?

Jasp. I think they were Francisco and Sebastian.

Anto. It must be they; a plague upon their Fewds;
They can Revenge themselves upon my Wife: 
Go, call the Nurse, this she must needs conspire in;
But keep all private from her.
    [Exit Jasper
Is she so bucksome?  Has she more Kinsmen Stallions? 
I’le cleanse her Blood, or empty all her veins;
Confessions calls she these!  Betwixt Religion and her Leachery
The Devil dances Barley-break—­but hold—­why
May’nt the Rogue contrive this for Revenge? 
For if I reflect his pretending not to tell, did but
Usher in the Story.  I must be cautious of a too light belief.

  Enter Caelia_._

Cael. My Lord, by Accident I’ve lost a Paper, which troubles me.

Anto. A Paper, say you?  I took up one i’th’ Garden, and I Think this is it.

Cael. It is, my Lord, and I rejoyce no other Person found it.

Anto. Why, what is it?

Cael. ’Tis the Confession that I told you of.

Anto. I might have read it then, and ne’re askt you, had I but known it.

Cael. If your Lordship pleases you may read it.

Anto. No, no, I will not, but prethee keep it better.

Cael. My Lord, there are some Tenants, who desire to express Their Loves by Rural Recreations—­

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