Cael. What’s your Command, my Lord?

Anto. Prethee, my Dear, do not retire too much, But shew a merry freedom to our Friends, That they may think us happy, themselves welcome.

Cael. My Lord, I shall, and reason have to do it;
But I desire you would dispence my absence,
Only a little time, I being preparing
A general Confession I shall make to Morrow.

Anto. You’l be too long about it.

Cael. No, my Lord, I take the shortest way In writing what my thoughts can re-collect.

Ant. You would not let me read it, when y’have done?

Cael. I do confess I should be loath, my Lord.  But yet from any Sin concerns your self, I am as free as are the purer Angels, Or may I find no profit by my Prayers.

Anto. I will believe thee; go, make haste and do it.
    [Ex. Caelia. 
Yet, if’t be possible, I’m resolv’d to see it;
’Twill Cure my fears, perhaps, or change their Natures,
And make ’em certainties the lesser evil cause sooner Cur’d: 
For Jealousies with fear doth plague the mind,
But that is Cur’d when certainties we find.
    [Ex. Anto.

  The Scene changes, Discovers Jasper_, as from Bed,
  Buttoning himself._

Jasp. Oh, plague o’this Old Bitch, she has kept me
So awake with her Coughing all Night, that I
Have quite out-slept my self.
    [Looks on’s Watch. 
By Heav’n near Ten a Clock, and she not gone
Yet—­plague on her—­she’l be catch’d, and I shall
Be turn’d away—­why Nurse—­make haste, ’tis Ten a
Clock and past, you will be wanting.

Nurse within. That cannot be, alas, the times but short That I’ve been with thee, my Dear.

Jasp. No, perhaps you think so;
But let me ever want money to drink,
If I have not thought the time longer
Then her Life has been, and that began beyond the mem’ry
Of man.  What drudgery am I forc’d to undergo to
Get a little money to support me—­that I may Live to
Watch all apted times for my Revenge on this whole
Family, who Rise upon the Ruines of our House. 
This Nurse of Ninety never stayes with me but I’de as
live have been Rid by a Night-Mare.

  Enter Nurse.

Nurse. What’s that, Night-Mare?  Am I a Night-Mare?

Jasp. No, Nurse, I said, I was troubl’d with a Night-Mare, And should be worse, were it not for thy Company.

Nurse. Nay, I am good Friend of thine every way.

Jasp. That’s true; but Nurse make haste, for I am
Damnably afraid Flora suspects us e’re since
She took me in your Chamber, and if she shou’d
Take you here, and tell my Lady, I should be turn’d
Away, for you know she loves me not e’re since I
Gave my Lord notice of her meeting Don Lewis,
To give him the money and Jewels, her Father
Left privately in her hands for him when he dy’d.