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16916	Payne, Henry Neville, active 1672-1710	The Fatal Jealousie (1673)			.txt	text/plain	26777	4255	101	_Anto._ No matter, Friend, she only knows the cause, _Flor._ That's not my bus'ness; come, tell me, where's the Nurse? _Jasp._ Nay, Nurse, consider, dost think I would have spoke so _Jasp._ Come, Nurse, do it, and then we'l kiss and be Friends. _Nurse_ Yes, the Lord _Sebastian_, he knows all, and alwayes _Nurse._ Why, 'tis not so, I dare not tell my Lord so damn'd a Lye. _Jasp._ Why? _Anto._ Come, trouble not your self about it, he shall go. _Jasp._ Nay, let my Tongue come out e're I say any thing to _Jasp._ I know little, my Lord, to' th' purpose, besides, it will _Jasp._ Hold, hold, my Lord, and I'le tell all I know. Gip._ To _Anto._ My Lord, I know you baseness scorn, 2. To _Anto._ My Lord, I can tell you, good Fortunes your Friend. _Witch._ Come, enter in, my Lord, and nothing fear;	./cache/16916.txt	./txt/16916.txt