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gh to be a Souldier, Nor have I faith enough to ward a Bullet; This is no lining for a trench, I take it. Juan de Castro: Ye have said wisely. Cacafogo: Had you but my money, You would swear it Colonel, I had rather drill at home A hundred thousand Crowns, and with more honour, Than exercise ten thousand Fools with nothing, A wise Man safely feeds, Fools cut their fingers. Sanchio: A right State Usurer; why dost thou not marry, And live a reverend Justice? Cacafogo: Is't not nobler to command a reverend Justice, than to be one? And for a Wife, what need I marry, Captain, When every courteous Fool that owes me money, Owes me his Wife too, to appease my fury? Juan de Castro: Wilt thou go to dinner with us? Cacafogo: I will go, and view the Pearl of _Spain_, the Orient Fair One, the rich One too, and I will be respected, I bear my Patent here, I will talk to her, And when your Captain's Ships shall stand aloof, And pick your Noses, I will pick the purse Of her affection. Juan de Castro: The Duke dines there to day too, the Duke of _Medina_. Cacafogo: Let the King dine there, He owes me money, and so far's my Creature, And certainly I may make bold with mine own, Captain? Sanchio: Thou wilt eat monstrously. Cacafogo: Like a true born _Spaniard_, Eat as I were in _England_ where the Beef grows, And I will drink abundantly, and then Talk ye as wantonly as _Ovid_ did, 200] To stir the Intellectuals of the Ladies; I learnt it of my Father's amorous Scrivener. Juan de Castro: If we should play now, you must supply me. Cacafogo: You must pawn a Horse troop, And then have at ye Colonel. Sanchio: Come, let's go: This Rascal will make rare sport; how the Ladies Will laugh at him? Juan de Castro: If I light on him I'll make his Purse sweat too. Cacafogo: Will ye lead, Gentlemen? [Exeunt. [Enter _Perez_, an old Woman, and Maid.] Michael Perez: Nay, pray ye come out, and let me understand ye, And tune your pipe a little higher, Lady; I'll hold ye fast: rub, how came my Trunks open? And my Goods gone, what Pick-lock Sp
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