, and brush'd his Hat straight,
Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd.

_Amar_.

'Tis well, 'tis very well, he went out, _Egla_,
As luckily, as one would say, go Husband,
He was call'd by providence: fling this short Paper
Into _Leandro's_ Cell, and waken him,
He is monstrous vexed, and musty, at my Chess-play;
But this shall supple him, when he has read it:
Take your own Recreation for two hours,
And hinder nothing.

_Moor_.

If I do, I'll hang for't.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Octavio, Jacintha.

_Octa_.

If that you lov'd _Ascanio_ for himself,
And not your private ends, you rather should
Bless the fair opportunity, that restores him
To his Birth-right, and the Honours he was born to,
Than grieve at his good Fortune.

_Jac_.

Grieve, _Octavio_?
I would resign my Essence, that he were
As happy as my love could fashion him,
Though every blessing that should fall on him,
Might prove a curse to me: my sorrow springs
Out of my fear and doubt he is not safe.
I am acquainted with _Don Henrique_'s nature,
And I have heard too much the fiery temper
Of Madam _Violante_: can you think
That she, that almost is at war with Heaven
For being barren, will with equal eyes
Behold a Son of mine?

_Octa_.

His Father's care,
That for the want of Issue, took him home,
(Though with the forfeiture of his own fame)
Will look unto his safety.

_Jac_.

Step-mothers
Have many eyes, to find a way to mischief,
Though blind to goodness.

_Enter_ Jamie _and_ Ascanio.

_Octa_.

Here comes _Don Jamie_,
And with him our _Ascanio_.

_Jam_.

Good youth leave me,
I know thou art forbid my company,
And only to be seen with me, will call on
Thy Fathers anger.

[_Asc_.]

Sir, if that to serve you
Could lose me any thing (as indeed it cannot)
I still would follow you. Alas I was born
To do you hurt, but not to help my self,
I was, for some particular end, took home,
But am cast off again.

_Jam_.

Is't possible?

_Asc_.

The Lady, whom my Father calls his Wife,
Abhors my sight, is sick of me, and forc'd him
To turn me out of d