Part 9 (1/2)

_Ger._ Her fancy is disturb'd, make no answer:

_Cael._ Why Sister, where's my Lord?

_Eug._ Do not disturb your self, my Brother's well.

_Cael._ Get me a horse, for I will follow him.

_Enter _Antonio_ Bleeding_.

_Anto._ Fetch me some water there.

_Cael._ My Dream was true, my Dearest Lord's return'd!

What makes you Bleed?

_Anto._ As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrop, my Nose Gusht out a Bleeding.

_Eugen._ My Sister dreamt, an Angel led you back, And I believe it now.

_Ger._ Pray take some other with you, I, if you please Will keep you Company.

_Ant._ No, I'm resolv'd to stay, and send him word, I am Took ill my self; my Nose leaves Bleeding.

_Cael._ I am satisfy'd, my Lord, you do not go, and therefore Will Retire.

[Ex. all but _Anto._ and _Gerar._

_Anto._ Do so, my Dear.

Now I must tell my Friend, I dare not stay, Twould look but ill to say a Bleeding Nose Made _Don Antonio_ slight his dying Friend.

_Ger._ If that was all, it would; but yet reflect There are more Prodigies forbid this Journey Then _Caesar_ had t'avoyd the Senate-House.

_Anto._ Had _Caesar_ not been slain, those Accidents We now call Prodigies, had been forgot; And so will these when I am safe return'd.

_Ger._ Consider but your Ladies high concern, Her suddain sounding, and recovery, On which she cry'd an Angel brings him back, Your Bleeding and Return speaks the dream't true, The stopping of it too was not the least, All these together force me to believe That you from heav'n these warnings did receive.

_Anto._ Surely, _Gerardo_, we must heav'n offend To think that it these Accidents should send.

It is detraction to the Pow'rs above, To think they suffer what they don't approve, For if they did this to divert my ill, They go about, for they might change my will.

But mine's more firm; nay, more, should I not go, The threaten'd ill I meet, for ought I know; For if their boads be certain, then I may Meet th' effects whether I go or stay.

_Ger._ Vainly we speak of heav'n, when vainly we By human Wit set Rules to heav'ns decree, The pow'r that made us gave us scope of will, Freely to take the good, or choose the ill: And though it can, it does not change that course, Only perswades to Act what it could force.

_Anto._ This you believe, but you must pardon me, If in this point I don't with you agree; For if to Man such a free-will be given, That d.a.m.ns all Praescience and so baffles heav'n: But I delay whilst Reason bids me go, And Reason 'tis, since it to me is so, Then pray divert my Wife, so farewell, Friend.

[Exit.

_Ger._ Farewell: May all my fears to nothing tend; Yet still I fear what should the Reason be, That I shou'd fear, yet nothing fearful see, I am resolv'd to send some Servants out 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.