2. To _Anto._ My Lord, I can tell you, good Fortunes your Friend.

1. To _Eug._ You shall e're long play with your own Baby.

2. To _Ger._ Your Love my Lord, will have good end.

1. Gip. sings. _Thus we Live merrily, merrily, merrily, And thus to our Dancing we sing; Our Lands and our Livings Lye in others believings, When to all Men we tell the same thing: And thus to our Dancing we sing.

Thus we_, &c.

[An Antique of Gipsies, and Exeunt.

_Anto._ By this we see that all the Worlds a Cheat, Where truths and falshoods lye so intermixt, And are so like each other, that 'tis hard To find the difference; who would not think these People A real pack of such as we call Gipsies.

_Ger._ Things perfectly alike are but the same; And these were Gipsies, if we did not know How to consider them the contrary; So in Terrestial things there is not one But takes its Form and Nature from our fancy; Not its own being, and is what we do think it.

_Anto._ But truth is still it self.

_Ger._ No, not at all, as truth appears to us; For oftentimes That is a truth to me that's false to you, So 'twould not be if it was truly true.

_Enter _Pedro_ and a Servant, with a Letter to _Antonio_._

_Serv._ My Lord, _Don John_ salutes you in that Letter.

_Cael._ How does my Couzen, Friend?

_Serv._ Madam, I fear he's drawing near his end.

_Cael._ 'Pray Heav'n divert it.

_Anto._ The Letter shews, that Death did guide his hand; It only says, Oh Friend, come now or never.

_Ger._ How did his Sickness take him?

_Serv._ Chacing the Buck too hard; he hot with Labour, Drunk of a cooling Spring too eagerly, And that has given him pains, the Doctors say, Will give him Death immediately.

_Cael._ Heav'n grant him help.

_Anto._ Return, and tell thy Lord, I'm at thy heels.

_Pedro_, bring my Boots, and bid two Horses be made Ready.

_Cael._ Whom do you take, my Lord?

_Anto._ _Pedro_:--but hold, _Jasper_ is not discharg'd, I'le ee'n take him.

_Cael._ _Jasper_, my Lord! Pray take not him.

_Anto._ Why not him, there are no Nurses there?

[Enter _Ped._ with Boots.

Where's _Jasper_ _Pedro_?

_Ped._ He said he wou'd not dine, and went Abroad, yet I suppose he may be now in's Chamber.

_Anto._ Reach my Bootes, who has worn 'em lately?

I do believe you get into my Bootes.

_Ped._ I, my Lord.

_Anto._ I, you, my Rogue! Go, see for _Jasper_.

[Strikes _Pedro_ with a Boot'top.

[Exit _Pedro_.

_Cael._ My Lord! Why do you thus disturb your self?

_Anto._ You see the blow don't maim him, you need Not be concern'd.

_Caelia._ What means my Lord?

_Anto._ As you hate _Jasper_, I hate whom I please.

_Enter _Jasper_._

_Cael._ His sight strikes terror to me!

_Anto._ _Jasper_, make ready, you must go with me.

[Exit _Jasp_.

_Cael._ Here on my knees I beg you would not take him: But if you be resolv'd, let me go too.

_Anto._ That cannot be: Don _John's_ a Batch.e.l.lor, And is not fitted to have Women guests.

_Cael._ I will dispence with any thing, my Lord, Then let me go, or do not take _Jasper_.

_Anto._ Come, I must break this Childish way of yours, _Jasper_ shall go, and you shall stay at home, And so Farewell; make merry with our Friends.

_Ger._ Do not resolve, my Lord; see how she takes it.

_Anto._ This pa.s.sion soon will over; farewell, Friend, I shall return to give _Eugenia_ to you.

[Exit _Anto_.

_Ger._ I ne're perceiv'd his will to reign before, Some sudden fancy makes him Obstinate.

_Eug._ So, give her Air, she comes to her self.

_Cael._ Where is my Lord! What gone! am I deluded?

I Saw an Angel lead him back again.