Good morrow my sweet cousin, I should be glad Sir.

Michael Perez:

By this hand she dies for't,
221] Or any man that speaks for her.

[Exit _Perez_.

Juan de Castro:

These are fine toyes.

Margarita:

Let me request you stay but one poor month,
You shall have a Commission and I'le goe too,
Give me but will so far.

Leon:

Well I will try ye,
Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business.

Duke of Medina:

If I miss thee again, I am an arrant bungler.

Juan de Castro:

Thou shalt have my command, and I'le march under thee,
Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled,
Thou art so brave a fellow.

Alonzo:

I have seen visions.
[Exeunt.

Actus Quintus

Scena Prima.

[Enter _Leon_, with a letter, and _Margarita_.]

Leon:

Come hither wife, do you know this hand?

Margarita:

I do Sir,
'Tis _Estifania_, that was once my woman.

Leon:

She writes to me here, that one _Cacafogo_
An usuring Jewellers son (I know the Rascal)
Is mortally faln in love with ye.

Margarita:

Is a monster, deliver me from mountains.

Leon:

Do you goe a birding for all sorts of people?
And this evening will come to ye and shew ye Jewels,
And offers any thing to get access to ye,
If I can make or sport or profit on him,
(For he is fit for both) she bids me use him,
And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will.

Margarita:

I shall not fail, Sir.

Leon:

Will the Duke come again do you think?

Margarita:

No sure Sir,
H'as now no policie to bring him hither.

Leon:

Nor bring you to him, if my wit hold fair wife:
Let's in to dinner.

[Exeunt.

[Enter _Perez_.]

Michael Perez:

Had I but lungs enough to bawl sufficiently,
That all the queans in Christendom might hear me,
222] That men might run away from contagion,
I had my wish; would it were most high treason,
Most infinite high, for any man to marry,
I mean for any man that would live handsomely,
And like a Gentleman, in his wits and credit.
What torments