absent,
And so ill kept it, I was weary of her.

Sanchio:

What a Devil ails he?

Juan de Castro:

He's possest I'll assure you.

Michael Perez:

Where is your Maid?

Margarita:

Do not you know that have her?
She is yours now, why should I look after her?
Since that first hour I came I never saw her.

Michael Perez:

I saw her later, would the Devil had had her,
It is all true I find, a wild-fire take her.

Juan de Castro:

Is thy Wife with Child, _Don Michael_? thy excellent wife.
Art thou a Man yet?

Alonzo:

When shall we come and visit thee?

Sanchio:

And eat some rare fruit? thou hast admirable Orchards,
208] You are so jealous now, pox o' your jealousie,
How scurvily you look!

Michael Perez:

Prithee leave fooling,
I am in no humour now to fool and prattle,
Did she ne'r play the wag with you?

Margarita:

Yes many times, so often that I was asham'd to keep her,
But I forgave her, Sir, in hope she would mend still,
And had not you o'th' instant married her,
I had put her off.

Michael Perez:

I thank ye, I am blest still,
Which way so e'r I turn I am a made man,
Miserably gull'd beyond recovery.

Juan de Castro:

You'll stay and dine?

Michael Perez:

Certain I cannot, Captain,
Hark in thine ear, I am the arrantst Puppy,
The miserablest Ass, but I must leave ye,
I am in haste, in haste, bless you, good Madam,
And you prove as good as my Wife.

[Exit.

Leon:

Will you come near, Sir, will your Grace but honour me,
And taste our dinner? you are nobly welcome,
All anger's past I hope, and I shall serve ye.

Juan de Castro:

Thou art the stock of men, and I admire thee.
[Ex.

Actus Quartus

Scena Prima.

[Enter _Perez_.]

Michael Perez:

I'll go to a Conjurer but I'll find this Pol-cat,
This pilfering Whore: a plague of Vails, I cry,
And covers for the impudence of Women,
Their sanctity in show will deceive Devils,
It is my evil Angel, let me bless me.

[Enter _Estifania_ with a Casket.]

Estifania:

'Tis he, I am caught, I must stand to it stout