I am not so far obliged yet to long Marches
And mouldy Biskets, to run mad for Honour,
When you are all gone I have my choice before me.
Sanchio:
Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou
Never leave whoring?
Alonzo:
There is less danger in't than gunning, _Sanchio_,
Though we be shot sometimes, the shot's not mortal,
Besides, it breaks no limbs.
Sanchio:
But it disables 'em,
Dost thou see how thou pull'st thy legs after thee, as they
Hung by points.
Alonzo:
Better to pull 'em thus than walk on wooden ones,
Serve bravely for a Billet to support me.
Sanchio:
Fye, fye, 'tis base.
Alonzo:
Dost thou count it base to suffer?
Suffer abundantly? 'tis the Crown of Honour;
You think it nothing to lie twenty days
Under a Surgeons hands that has no mercy.
Sanchio:
As thou hast done I am sure, but I perceive now
Why you desire to stay, the orient Heiress,
The _Margarita_, Sir,
Alonzo:
I would I had her.
Sanchio:
They say she will marry.
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Alonzo:
I think she will.
Sanchio:
And marry suddenly, as report goes too,
She fears her Youth will not hold out, _Alonzo_.
Alonzo:
I would I had the sheathing on't.
Sanchio:
They say too
She has a greedy eye that must be fed
With more than one mans meat.
Alonzo:
Would she were mine,
I would cater for her well enough; but _Sanchio_,
There be too many great men that adore her,
Princes, and Princes fellows, that claim priviledge.
Sanchio:
Yet those stand off i'th' way of marriage,
To be tyed to a man's pleasure is a second labour.
Alonzo:
She has bought a brave house here in town.
Sanchio:
I have heard so.
Alonzo:
If she convert it now to pious uses,
And bid poor Gentlemen welcome.
Sanchio:
When comes she to it?
Alonzo:
Within these two days, she is in the Country yet,
And keeps the noblest House.
Sanchio:
Then there's some hope of her,
Wilt thou go my way?
Alonzo:
No, no, I must leave you,
And repair to an old Gentlewoman
That has credit with her, that can speak a good word.
Sanchio:
Send thee good fortune, but make thy Body sound first.
Alonzo:
I am a Souldier,
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