_Jasp._ Is she to marry him, sayst thou?

_Nurse._ I, sure, for he makes Love to her, and she's so hot
Upon't, that she vows after this Night never to meet
_Francisco_ any more; but I'le go Live with her,
And so shalt thou.

_Jasp._ Ay, so I will--i'th' Garden, sayst thou, and in her
Sisters Gown, no body with them!

_Nurse_ Yes, the Lord _Sebastian_, he knows all, and alwayes
Waits upon 'em.

_Jasp._ That's well, keep thou the secret close, and ne're fear me;
But if my Lord should ask suspitiously questions
About his Wife--name _Pedro_ to him, say, when he's
From Home, that Fellow stayes too long within her
Chamber, and say, that _Flora_ waits; leave me to prove
It true.

_Nurse._ Why, 'tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damn'd a Lye.

_Jasp._ Why? Y'are a Fool, there shall no hurt come of it,
Only we'l be Reveng'd of _Pedro_, and that Slut, for
They're our Enemies; besides, if you won't, I'le swear
You told me so, and moreover, let him know all the
Rest y'have told me.

_Nurse._ Nay, don't be angry, and I'le do any thing.