Grannums: But if your Lady-ship knows any Young
Dame, that wants a strong back to do her drudgery,
Though it be in her Lord's absence, I'm content.

_Eugen._ What, is the Fellow mad?

_Jasp._ No, Madam, not mad at all, but can as soberly keep
Councel as the best Young Gallant of 'em all; and am
As able to do the feat: Please your Lady-ship to try me,
And praise me as you find; if you dislike my work,
I'le lose my labour, and have nothing for my pains.

_Eugen._ Oh, strange, unheard-of Impudence! Out, Villain.
[Ex.

_Jasp._ So scornful! Villain! Nay, if you call me so, 'tis time
To be so; what a Devil ayls my face, that she contemns
Me thus? May be my Nose is not long enough she thinks,
Pox on her Pride, 'tis that or'e-comes her Leachery--I must
Alter my Trade, for I was ne're born I see to thrive by
Love; then I'le set up a shop of hatred, and the Wares I
Vent shall be Revenge, that may hit; but hold, my Lord.

_Enter _Antonio_._

_Anto._ What have I got? Am I more satisfy'd
By this same Paper then I was before?
No, not at all; and yet why should I not?
There's not a thought set down concerneth me--
Yet that's her policy--