_Nurse._ Yes, every Night; but I durst never tell you!
Alas, she suckt these Breasts.

_Anto._ Shew me this Night _Pedro_, in Bed with her,
Or I will cut thy Tongue out.

_Nurse._ 'Tis impossible when you are at home.

_Anto._ I will contrive a Journey out of Town, but will at
Twelve return, then let me in; for if you fail
I'le cut your Throat.

_Nurse._ I'le do my best.
[Exit.

_Anto._ _Pedro_! What sordid Devil prompted her to that?
Why, I am known to all the World a Cuckold;
The very Boys i'th' street must point at me;
But hold, this new Intelligence struck out the old,
And made me quite forget about _Francisco_.

_Enter _Jasper_._

Oh, _Jasper_! I'm confirm'd my Wife's a Devil,
And I will send her to the rest e're Morning;
Go and contrive a Letter from _Don John_;
Shall intimate he's sick, and wants my presence,
Then I'le contrive the rest.