Devil. Ay, that’s his Name, a mighty furious Man,
He said, he’d kill e’m all before ’twas day. 
He made me quake to hear him; I hope now,
Captain, you will let me go.

Capt. No, no, you Rogue!  If he has done more mischief You shall be hang’d, except you find your Fellows That joyn’d i’th’ cheat with you to make him Jealous.

Devil. I’le bring you presently to them, and shew you all Their holes; they did but send me out to watch when The Coast was clear!

Capt. Who, say you, set you on to this design?

Devil. An ill-look’d Rogue, his Man, the Witches Nephew; I think they call him Jasper.

Capt. Well, take the Boy, and call some of your Fellows,
And there surprize them all.  I’le not defer
My searching to prevent the mischief
That Don Antonio further may design,
For I believe he had a hand in this
Was done i’th’ Garden, however the mistake
Did happen to begin between the Dead.

Serv. Come, Sir, make haste, for I begin to fear
Some Tragedy is Acted in the House,
For Don Antonio’s Rage is alwayes quick,
And they have toucht the string will stretch it highest.

Capt. Come then, let’s hasten back.

    [Whistling behind the Stage.

  Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Ay, that’s his whistle, and I must obey’t.  Why Pedro, Pedro!  What, are you dead asleep? Pedro, I say.

Pedro within. Who calls?

Nurse. Pedro, rise quickly, my Lady Caelia wants you.

Ped. What can she want me for at such a time?

Nurse. I know not, but Flora came, and said you must Come quickly, I think, to Ride to my Lord.

Ped. I come, but I’le have a care of your tricks, Nurse.

    [ Enter Pedro_ in a Night-Gown, with his sword in’s hand._

Nurse. What tricks?  What do you Do with your Sword?

Ped. Why, Nurse, you may have malice, and malice
May seek mischief, which because you are no Witch,
And cannot come through a Key-hole to compass,
For ought I know, you call me out to do it—­ha! 
What whistle’s that?

    [Whistle.

Nurse. What whistle!  Are you mad!  Go to my Lady.

Ped. Still I suspect you.

    [Exeunt.

  Enter Nurse, with Antonio_ and Jasper._

Anto. Are they together, Nurse?

Nurse. Yes, my Lord, the more’s my sorrow!

Anto. Nay then, I see the Devils did speak truth;
Francisco, their kind Couzen, Whor’d them both,
By Heav’ns they took their turns, I see it plain! 
O that I could invent some horrid Death,
And had but time to execute it on them;
But since I cannot, plain stabbing will do well,
The less they’ve here, the more they’l find in Hell.