Wife, said I! _Gerardo_, didst thou know
The secret fears contain'd within this Bosome,
Thou'dst sooner pitty me, than wish my Life:
How can I think her story of the Jewels,
And other matters 'bout her Fathers Will,
Could have produc'd so scandalous a Meeting?
And yet she still avows it! Oh, Jealousie!
Where will these panting fears still hurry me?
I hourly seek to find what I wou'd give,
A thousand Worlds my heart would ne're believe;
And yet for what do I thus vex my self?
For that, which if 'twas gone, I cou'd not miss;
No, would I could, for then I'de never fear,
But when I found her Honour gone astray,
I'd send her Life to fetch mine back again.

_Enter _Caelia_._

_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 drud