_Serv._ My Lord, I saw _Antonio_ much disturb'd;
Sometimes he'd rise and walk a turn or two
With eager pace, then stop as suddenly,
Then stamp and tear his hair; then loudly cry.
She's dead, she's dead! Oh, _Cælia_, Oh, _Antonio_!
Then lye him down again, and rest a space:
Sometimes call _Jasper_ to him, talk a while,
And soon again rise in another Passion;
Seldom I heard a word, except a Curse!
Or now and then a Name; as _Lewis_, _Cælia_,
_Pedro_, _Francisco_, _Flora_; nay, my Lord,
Sometimes I heard your Name, and then _Eugenia's_;
Then suddenly holding his hands to Heav'n,
He'd down again, and there a while would role.

_Ger._ These Actions sure did seem a perfect madness.

_Serv._ It seem'd indeed a madness methodiz'd,
Like theirs who are Transported far with Passion.

_Ger._ But how perceiv'd you _Jasper_ bear himself?

_Serv._ Quite in another manner, but as strange!
For when his Lord look'd down, his looks would be
As full of mirth, ready to burst in Laughter;
That I perceiv'd he scarce contain'd himself:
But if his Lord did look about to speak,
Then was his Face demure, with hand on Breast,
Turning his Eyes to Heav'n, and groaning sighs.