_Anto._ Could you not guess the men?

_Jasp._ I think they were _Francisco_ and _Sebastian_.

_Anto._ It must be they; a plague upon their Fewds;
They can Revenge themselves upon my Wife:
Go, call the Nurse, this she must needs conspire in;
But keep all private from her.
[Exit _Jasper_.
Is she so bucksome? Has she more Kinsmen Stallions?
I'le cleanse her Blood, or empty all her veins;
Confessions calls she these! Betwixt Religion and her Leachery
The Devil dances Barley-break--but hold--why
May'nt the Rogue contrive this for Revenge?
For if I reflect his pretending not to tell, did but
Usher in the Story. I must be cautious of a too light belief.

_Enter _Cælia_._

_Cæl._ My Lord, by Accident I've lost a Paper, which troubles me.

_Anto._ A Paper, say you? I took up one i'th' Garden, and I
Think this is it.

_Cæl._ It is, my Lord, and I rejoyce no other Person found it.

_Anto._ Why, what is it?

_Cæl._ 'Tis the Confession that I told you of.