_Enter _Jasper_._

_Cæl._ His sight strikes terror to me!

_Anto._ _Jasper_, make ready, you must go with me.

[Exit _Jasp_.

_Cæl._ Here on my knees I beg you would not take him:
But if you be resolv'd, let me go too.

_Anto._ That cannot be: Don _John's_ a Batchellor,
And is not fitted to have Women guests.

_Cæl._ I will dispence with any thing, my Lord,
Then let me go, or do not take _Jasper_.

_Anto._ Come, I must break this Childish way of yours,
_Jasper_ shall go, and you shall stay at home,
And so Farewell; make merry with our Friends.

_Ger._ Do not resolve, my Lord; see how she takes it.

_Anto._ This passion soon will over; farewell, Friend,
I shall return to give _Eugenia_ to you.

[Exit _Anto_.

_Ger._ I ne're perceiv'd his will to reign before,
Some sudden fancy makes him Obstinate.