Ger. No, not at all, as truth appears to us;
For oftentimes
That is a truth to me that’s false to you,
So ’twould not be if it was truly true.

  Enter Pedro_ and a Servant, with a Letter to Antonio._

Serv. My Lord, Don John salutes you in that Letter.

Cael. How does my Couzen, Friend?

Serv. Madam, I fear he’s drawing near his end.

Cael. ’Pray Heav’n divert it.

Anto. The Letter shews, that Death did guide his hand; It only says, Oh Friend, come now or never.

Ger. How did his Sickness take him?

Serv. Chacing the Buck too hard; he hot with Labour,
Drunk of a cooling Spring too eagerly,
And that has given him pains, the Doctors say,
Will give him Death immediately.

Cael. Heav’n grant him help.

Anto. Return, and tell thy Lord, I’m at thy heels. Pedro, bring my Boots, and bid two Horses be made Ready.

Cael. Whom do you take, my Lord?

Anto. Pedro:—­but hold, Jasper is not discharg’d, I’le ee’n take him.

Cael. Jasper, my Lord!  Pray take not him.

Anto. Why not him, there are no Nurses there?
    [Enter Ped. with Boots. 
Where’s Jasper Pedro?

Ped. He said he wou’d not dine, and went Abroad, yet I suppose he may be now in’s Chamber.

Anto. Reach my Bootes, who has worn ’em lately?  I do believe you get into my Bootes.

Ped. I, my Lord.

Anto. I, you, my Rogue!  Go, see for Jasper.
    [Strikes Pedro with a Boot’top.

    [Exit Pedro.

Cael. My Lord!  Why do you thus disturb your self?

Anto. You see the blow don’t maim him, you need Not be concern’d.

Caelia. What means my Lord?

Anto. As you hate Jasper, I hate whom I please.

  Enter Jasper_._

Cael. His sight strikes terror to me!

Anto. Jasper, make ready, you must go with me.

    [Exit Jasp.

Cael. Here on my knees I beg you would not take him:  But if you be resolv’d, let me go too.

Anto. That cannot be:  Don John’s a Batchellor, And is not fitted to have Women guests.

Cael. I will dispence with any thing, my Lord, Then let me go, or do not take Jasper.

Anto. Come, I must break this Childish way of yours, Jasper shall go, and you shall stay at home, And so Farewell; make merry with our Friends.

Ger. Do not resolve, my Lord; see how she takes it.

Anto. This passion soon will over; farewell, Friend, I shall return to give Eugenia to you.