_Eug._ _Gerardo_, said you! O thy mouth's a Sieve!
There's not a secret thou canst keep a moment;
Did I not charge thee not to name _Gerardo_,
Till I should speak of it myself to him?
Nay, 'tis the greatest motive makes me meet him,
For to prevent the mischiefs else may follow;
Well, I am curst for sin, and thou art made
The cause o' th' sin, and curse that does attend it.

_Nur._ What, are you got to railing again for nothing?
Pray who has most discretion to tell a bus'ness,
You, or I? But you, forsooth, are grown so proud of late
Because you hope to Marry _Don Gerardo_;
That there's no speaking to you: Marry gip.
'Faith I shall spoil your Market.
[Exit.

_Eug._ Do thy worst
(for I am resolv'd to suffer once for all)
Death would be better then this Slavery,
And that's the worst can happen
Should she tell my Brother, or _Gerardo_, my whole story;
That's dying once, but I by fear thus fool'd,
Do hourly dye, since still I Death behold.
[Exit.

_Enter _Jasper_ and _Antonio_._

_Jasp._ My Lord, I'm confident this is the House,
Wherein the Woman Lives I told you of.