And well Rewarded too.

_Serv._ 'Tis so, my Lord,
Above all other wayes in that you trust it.
But I'le be gone, and Execute your Orders.
[Exit.

_Ger._ A Faithful Servant is the best of Friends,
Since he is nearest alwayes to assist us;
But stay, I cannot guess from all I've heard,
The cause that should disturb _Antonio_;
Except 'tis Jealousie: Yet how can that be?
If _Cælia's_ vitious there's no vertuous Women.
But now I think how much he rail'd at Marriage,
And more our Arguments concerning doubt,
These things perswade he's Jealous! But of whom?
The more I think, the more I am confounded!
How Clouded Man
Doubts first, and from one doubt doth soon proceed
A thousand more in solving of the first;
Like Nighted Travellers we lose our way;
Then every _Ignis Fatuus_ makes us stray.
By the false Lights of Reason led about,
Till we arrive where we at first set out:
"Nor shall we e're Truths perfect High-way see,
Till dawns the Day-break of Eternity."
[Exit.

_Enter _Eugenia_._