shall I put her to, _Phalaris_ bull now,
Pox they love bulling too well, though they smoak for't.
Cut her apieces? every piece will live still,
And every morsel of her will do mischief;
They have so many lives, there's no hanging of 'em,
They are too light to drown, they are cork and feathers;
To burn too cold, they live like Salamanders;
Under huge heaps of stones to bury her,
And so depress her as they did the Giants;
She will move under more than built old Babel,
I must destroy her.

[Enter _Cacafogo_, with a Casket.]

Cacafogo:

Be cozen'd by a thing of clouts, a she moth,
That every silkmans shop breeds; to be cheated,
And of a thousand duckets by a whim wham?

Michael Perez:

Who's that is cheated, speak again thou vision,
But art thou cheated? minister some comfort:
Tell me directly art thou cheated bravely?
Come, prethee come, art thou so pure a coxcomb
To be undone? do not dissemble with me,
Tell me I conjure thee.

Cacafogo:

Then keep thy circle,
For I am a spirit wild that flies about thee,
And who e're thou art, if thou be'st humane,
I'le let thee plainly know, I am cheated damnably.

Michael Perez:

Ha, ha, ha.

Cacafogo:

Dost thou laugh? damnably, I say most damnably.

Michael Perez:

By whom, good spirit speak, speak ha, ha, ha.

Cacafogo:

I will utter, laugh till thy lungs crack, by a rascal woman,
A lewd, abominable, and plain woman.
Dost thou laugh still?

Michael Perez:

I must laugh, prethee pardon me,
I shall laugh terribly.

Cacafogo:

I shall be angry, terrible angry, I have cause.
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Michael Perez:

That's it, and 'tis no reason but thou shouldst be angry,
Angry at heart, yet I must laugh still at thee.
By a woman cheated? art' sure it was a woman?

Cacafogo:

I shall break thy head, my valour itches at thee.

Michael Perez:

It is no matter, by a woman cozen'd,
A real woman?

Cacafogo:

A real Devil,
Plague of her Jewels and her copper chains,
How rank they smell.

Michael Perez:

Sweet cozen'd Sir let me see them,
I have been cheated too, I would have you note that,
And lewdly cheated, by a woman also,
A scurvie woman, I am undone sweet Sir,
Therefore I must