ompassion,
That he might get into your house more cunningly.
I must not stay, stand now, and y'are a brave fellow.

Leon:

I thank ye noble Coronel, and I honour ye.
[Exit _Juan_.

Never be quiet?

[Enter _Margarita_.]

Margarita:

He's most desperate ill Sir,
I do not think these ten months will recover him.

Leon:

Does he hire my house to play the fool in,
226] Or does it stand on Fairy ground, we are haunted,
Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus?

Margarita:

What ail you Sir?

Leon:

Nay what ail you sweet wife,
To put these daily pastimes on my patience?
What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus,
Have not I done my part like a true Husband,
And paid some desperate debts you never look'd for?

Margarita:

You have done handsomely I must confess Sir.

Leon:

Have I not kept thee waking like a hawk?
And watcht thee with delights to satisfy thee?
The very tithes of which had won a Widow.

Margarita:

Alas I pity ye.

Leon:

Thou wilt make me angry,
Thou never saw'st me mad yet.

Margarita:

You are alwaies,
You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye.

Leon:

If thou pursuest me further I run stark mad,
If you have more hurt Dukes or Gentlemen,
To lye here on your cure, I shall be desperate,
I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it,
Are ye so hot that no hedge can contain ye?
I'le have thee let blood in all the veins about thee,
I'le have thy thoughts found too, and have them open'd,
Thy spirits purg'd, for those are they that fire ye,
Thy maid shall be thy Mistris, thou the maid,
And all those servile labours that she reach at,
And goe through cheerfully, or else sleep empty,
That maid shall lye by me to teach you duty,
You in a pallet by to humble ye,
And grieve for what you lose.

Margarita:

I have lost my self Sir,
And all that was my base self, disobedience,

[kneels.

My wantonness, my stubborness I have lost too,
And now by that pure faith good wives are crown'd with,
By your own nobleness.

[Enter _Altea_.]

Leon:

I take ye u