_Jasp._ Nay, let my Tongue come out e're I say any thing to
Disquiet your Lordship, I love you better.

_Anto._ Disquiet me! What lyes within thy power to say that
Can disquiet me?

_Jasp._ Nay, nothing it may be, my Lady is my Lady, and
You are a kind Lord, that's all I know; so begging
Your Lordships Discharge, I'm gone, and then their
Fears are over.

_Anto._ Villain, thou'st given me poyson; my veins swell
With it, produce the Antidote, or I'le dissect thy Soul
To find it out; what is't you know that can disquiet me?

_Jasp._ I know little, my Lord, to' th' purpose, besides, it will
But vex you, since there may be no harm in it.

_Anto._ Come, come, no going back, tell quickly what you know.

_Jasp._ I know, why, I know that my Lady hates me,
Because I told your Lordship the time she was to
Deliver the Jewels and Money to _Don Lewis_, and
Still she calls me false in being true to you--but--

_Anto._ But what?

_Jasp._ But if I should say all I know--well, but let
That alone, good, my Lord, your Discharge.