[Exit Anto.

Ger. I ne’re perceiv’d his will to reign before, Some sudden fancy makes him Obstinate.

Eug. So, give her Air, she comes to her self.

Cael. Where is my Lord!  What gone! am I deluded?  I Saw an Angel lead him back again.

Ger. Her fancy is disturb’d, make no answer: 

Cael. Why Sister, where’s my Lord?

Eug. Do not disturb your self, my Brother’s well.

Cael. Get me a horse, for I will follow him.

  Enter Antonio_ Bleeding_.

Anto. Fetch me some water there.

Cael. My Dream was true, my Dearest Lord’s return’d!  What makes you Bleed?

Anto. As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrop, my Nose Gusht out a Bleeding.

Eugen. My Sister dreamt, an Angel led you back, And I believe it now.

Ger. Pray take some other with you, I, if you please Will keep you Company.

Ant. No, I’m resolv’d to stay, and send him word, I am Took ill my self; my Nose leaves Bleeding.

Cael. I am satisfy’d, my Lord, you do not go, and therefore Will Retire.

    [Ex. all but Anto. and Gerar.

Anto. Do so, my Dear.  Now I must tell my Friend, I dare not stay, Twould look but ill to say a Bleeding Nose Made Don Antonio slight his dying Friend.

Ger. If that was all, it would; but yet reflect There are more Prodigies forbid this Journey Then Caesar had t’avoyd the Senate-House.

Anto. Had Caesar not been slain, those Accidents We now call Prodigies, had been forgot; And so will these when I am safe return’d.

Ger. Consider but your Ladies high concern,
Her suddain sounding, and recovery,
On which she cry’d an Angel brings him back,
Your Bleeding and Return speaks the dream’t true,
The stopping of it too was not the least,
All these together force me to believe
That you from heav’n these warnings did receive.

Anto. Surely, Gerardo, we must heav’n offend
To think that it these Accidents should send. 
It is detraction to the Pow’rs above,
To think they suffer what they don’t approve,
For if they did this to divert my ill,
They go about, for they might change my will. 
But mine’s more firm; nay, more, should I not go,
The threaten’d ill I meet, for ought I know;
For if their boads be certain, then I may
Meet th’ effects whether I go or stay.

Ger. Vainly we speak of heav’n, when vainly we
By human Wit set Rules to heav’ns decree,
The pow’r that made us gave us scope of will,
Freely to take the good, or choose the ill: 
And though it can, it does not change that course,
Only perswades to Act what it could force.

Anto. This you believe, but you must pardon me,
If in this point I don’t with you agree;
For if to Man such a free-will be given,
That damns all Praescience and so baffles heav’n: 
But I delay whilst Reason bids me go,
And Reason ’tis, since it to me is so,
Then pray divert my Wife, so farewell, Friend.
    [Exit.