_Jasp._ Be not too rash, my Lord, might I advise
You should be certain e're you Acted ought.

_Anto._ How can I be more certain then this Night,
To be Eye-witness of her Lust my self,
As Nurse has undertook I shall.

_Jasp._ Ay, Sir, but things may fail, and they not meet.

_Anto._ Name a more certain way then.

_Jasp._ My Lord, there lives a Woman in the Suburbs,
Mighty in Science, who by Art can tell
All that she pleases, I'de have you go to her.

_Anto._ Is she of your acquaintance?

_Jasp._ No, my Lord, she scorns such things as me,
She's for the great ones; though for Charity,
She sometimes helps poor people to their goods,
I'me sure she'd serve your Lordship.

_Anto._ I fear she'l never trust us, lest we should betray
Her to the Inquisition.

_Jasp._ No fear of that, she cannot be betray'd,
She knows Mens bus'ness er'e they come unto her.

_Anto._ Well then, contrive my absence, I'le go thither,
I'm sure to know whether she cheats or no,