_ Is she of your acquaintance?

_Jasp._ No, my Lord, she scorns such things as me,
She's for the great ones; though for Charity,
She sometimes helps poor people to their goods,
I'me sure she'd serve your Lordship.

_Anto._ I fear she'l never trust us, lest we should betray
Her to the Inquisition.

_Jasp._ No fear of that, she cannot be betray'd,
She knows Mens bus'ness er'e they come unto her.

_Anto._ Well then, contrive my absence, I'le go thither,
I'm sure to know whether she cheats or no,
For if she names _Don Lewis_ 'mongst the rest,
I shall believe her. Well, about the Letter.
[Exit.

_Jasp._ Are you there with your Beares; _Don Lewis_ say you?
Marry now I find 'twas Jealousie of his Wife;
And not the matter of Money made him kill him,
Whether he was guilty or no; I'le be sure he shan't
Be forgot, for I'le before hand to my Aunt, and tell
Her all; I hope, she is a Witch; the People say so, a
Mighty Artist I am sure she is, for she has done
Strange things, and all men fear her, besides I
Know she loves me, and will strive all she can to
Do me good, and hap what will my Lord will
Think me honest; for Night will surely shew his
Sister to him, drest in's Ladyes Gown, what though
He kill her, the mistake will lye o'th' Night, and not
On me, thus I make good the Villain that she call'd
Me, in my Revenge on her; and if Nurse fails me
Not, I'le have my Lady, and _Pedro_; finely firkt.
When this is done, my Lord rewards my care,
Let him the danger I'le the profit share.
And since things Excellent commended be,
'Tshall be my Aym t'excell in Villany.

_The End of the first Act._

Act the Second.

_Enter _Jasper_ and the Witch._

_Jasp._ This kindness, Aunt, I beg, your Art must do;
For I have no way else to save my place.

_Witch._ Why, 'tis impossible; I've no such Art
As People think, to call up Spirits to me;
Nor know I any thing, but what is told me.

_Jasp._ Now you dissemble, Aunt, for han't you often
Rais'd Storms, have rent up Trees, and shook strong
Towers? Seeming to threaten Nature with it's end;
And at such times have sent strange shaped
Spirits, who have restored to owners stolen Goods.
These things so many know, it is impossible
For you to keep it private; but I find,
Rather then trust me with your mighty secrets,
Or help me with your Art, you'l see my Ruine.

_Witch._ These things you speak of, people think I do,
And so I'de have e'm; for tis the only way I