ll, I must go then. [_Exit_ PEREZ.

_Jul._ Nay, there was never the like of him; but it shall not serve
his turn, we'll cuckold him most furiously.

_Enter_ PEREZ _again._

_Per._ I had forgot one thing; dear sweet-heart, go home quickly, and
oversee our business; it won't go forward without one of us.

_Fisc._ I warrant you, take no care of your business; leave it to me,
I'll put it forward in your absence: Go, go, you'll lose your
opportunity; I'll be at home before you, and sup with you to-night.

_Per._ You shall be welcome, but--

_Fisc._ Three hundred quadruples.

_Per._ That's true, but--

_Fisc._ But three hundred quadruples.

_Per._ The devil take the quadruples!

_Enter_ BEAMONT.

_Beam._ There's my cuckold that must be, and my fellow swaggerer, the
Dutchman, with my mistress: my nose is wiped to-day; I must retire,
for the Spaniard is jealous of me.

_Per._ Oh, Mr Beamont, I'm to ask a favour of you.

_Beam._ This is unusual; pray command it, signior.

_Per._ I am going upon urgent business; pray sup with me to-night,
and, in the meantime, bear my worthy friend here company.

_Beam._ With all my heart.

_Per._ So, now I am secure; though I dare not trust her with one of
them, I may with both; they'll hinder one another, and preserve my
honour into the bargain. [_Exit._

_Beam._ Now, Mr Fiscal, you are the happy man with the ladies, and
have got the precedence of traffic here too; you've the Indies in your
arms, yet I hope a poor Englishman may come in for a third part of the
merchandise.

_Fisc._ Oh, sir, in these commodities, here's enough for both; here's
mace for you, and nutmeg for me, in the same fruit, and yet the owner
has to spare for other friends too.

_Jul._ My husband's plantation is like to thrive well betwixt you.

_Beam._ Horn him; he deserves not so much happiness as he enjoys in
you; he's jealous.

_Jul._ 'Tis no wonder if a Spaniard looks yellow.

_Beam._ Betwixt you and me, 'tis a little kind of venture that we
make, in doing this Don's drudgery for him; for the whole nation of
them is generally so pocky, that 'tis no longer a disease, but a
second nature in them.

_Fisc._ I have heard indeed, that 'tis incorporated among them, as
deeply as the Moors and Jews are; there's scarce a family, but 'tis
crept into their blood, like the new Christians.

_Jul._ Come, I'll have no whispering betwixt yo