o, Sir.

Alonzo:

Hung wantonly, I like that preparation,
It stirs the blood unto a hopeful Banquet,
And intimates the Mistress free and jovial,
I love a house where pleasure prepares welcome.

Duke of Medina:

Now Cacafogo, how like you this mansion?
'Twere a brave Pawn.

Cacafogo:

I shall be master of it,
'Twas built for my bulk, the rooms are wide and spacious,
203] Airy and full of ease, and that I love well,
I'll tell you when I taste the Wine, my Lord,
And take the height of her Table with my Stomach,
How my affections stand to the young Lady.

[Enter _Margarita_, _Altea_, Ladies, and Servants.]

Margarita:

All welcome to your Grace, and to these Souldiers,
You honour my poor house with your fair presence,
Those few slight pleasures that inhabit here, Sir,
I do beseech your Grace command, they are yours,
Your servant but preserves 'em to delight ye.

Duke of Medina:

I thank ye Lady, I am bold to visit ye,
Once more to bless mine eyes with your sweet Beauty,
'T has been a long night since you left the Court,
For till I saw you now, no day broke to me.

Margarita:

Bring in the Dukes meat.

Sanchio:

She is most excellent.

Juan de Castro:

Most admirable fair as e'r I look'd upon,
I had rather command her than my Regiment.

Cacafogo:

I'll have a fling, 'tis but a thousand Duckets,
Which I can cozen up again in ten days,
And some few Jewels to justifie my Knavery,
Say, I should marry her, she'll get more money
Than all my Usury, put my Knavery to it,
She appears the most infallible way of Purchase,
I you'd wish her a size or two stronger for the encounter,
For I am like a Lion where I lay hold,
But these Lambs will endure a plaguy load,
And never bleat neither, that Sir, time has taught us,
I am so vertuous now, I cannot speak to her,
The arrant'st shamefac'd Ass, I broil away too.

[Enter _Leon_.]

Margarita:

Why, where's this dinner?

Leon:

'Tis not ready, Madam,
Nor shall not be until I know the Guests too,
Nor are they fairly welcome till I bid 'em.

Juan de Castro:

Is not this my _Alferes_? he looks another thing;
Are miracles afoot again?

Margarita:

Why, Sirrah, why Sirrah, you?
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