Shall wait him at a distance;
In doing all I can, I do the best,
I can no more, let heav'n do the rest.
[Exit.

_Enter _Don Francisco_ and Nurse._

_Fran._ Well, 'tis so sweet a sin to Wench in danger,
That I am like to lose the best part of my Recreation;
But prethee Nurse, tell me, what causes this change?

_Nurse._ Now if I would be hang'd, I cannot forbear telling.
Faith, my Lord, _Gerardo_'s like to be the Man now,
Though I am for your Lordship still, you're my best Friend.

_Fran._ By heav'n I'le be his Death, and hers to boot;
Can she slight me for him, he Whore our Kindred!
When did he first enjoy her?

_Nurse._ Not so, my Lord, he's to Marry her.

_Fran._ Nay, if't be so; then I'm Reveng'd already,
For's joyning with _Antonio_ 'gainst our house,
He's Antidated Cuckold, and by me!
O rare Revenge! There's for thy News, Nurse.
[Gives money to her.
Were all my Enemies but serv'd the same;
At a more full Revenge I'de never aim.

_Nurse._ Me-thinks you should not be so merry for losing my