_Ger._ Madam, I beg your pardon, for a truth
Might well excuse your Brother in this matter;
I urg'd to him I doubted not your favour,
On which Condition he did grant me his.

_Eugen._ I shall hear further of it from himself,
Till when, I beg your pardon.
[Offers to go out.

_Anto._ Sister, pray stay, for I have bus'ness with you.
I know, my Dear, you never Lov'd that Fellow,
Which since you do not, though he serves me well,
Yet I'm resolv'd for this to part with him,
Tho' I could think a Pension for your Nurse,
To keep her at a distance, were as well.

_Cæl._ Though now her dotage makes her want discretion,
Her Love to us was great.

_Anto._ Come, trouble not your self about it, he shall go.

_Cæl._ My Lord, I'le trouble you no further.

_Ger._ I'le wait upon you, Madam.

[Ex. _Gerar._ and _Cæl._

_Anto._ Sister, you know your Father was my Friend,
And was so confident that I was his,