_Ant._ No, I'm resolv'd to stay, and send him word, I am
Took ill my self; my Nose leaves Bleeding.

_Cæl._ I am satisfy'd, my Lord, you do not go, and therefore
Will Retire.

[Ex. all but _Anto._ and _Gerar._

_Anto._ Do so, my Dear.
Now I must tell my Friend, I dare not stay,
Twould look but ill to say a Bleeding Nose
Made _Don Antonio_ slight his dying Friend.

_Ger._ If that was all, it would; but yet reflect
There are more Prodigies forbid this Journey
Then _Cæsar_ had t'avoyd the Senate-House.

_Anto._ Had _Cæsar_ not been slain, those Accidents
We now call Prodigies, had been forgot;
And so will these when I am safe return'd.

_Ger._ Consider but your Ladies high concern,
Her suddain sounding, and recovery,
On which she cry'd an Angel brings him back,
Your Bleeding and Return speaks the dream't true,
The stopping of it too was not the least,
All these together force me to believe
That you from heav'n these warnings did receive.

_Anto._ Surely, _Gerardo_, we must heav'n offend