Michael Perez

I shall love you dearly,
And 'tis a sin to fling away affection,
I have no Mistress, no desire to honour
Any but you, will not this Oyster open?
I know not, you have struck me with your modesty;
She will draw sure; so deep, and taken from me
All the desire I might bestow on others,
Quickly before they come.

Estifania

Indeed I dare not:
But since I see you are so desirous, Sir,
To view a poor face that can merit nothing
But your Repentance.

Michael Perez

It must needs be excellent.

Estifania

And with what honesty you ask it of me,
When I am gone let your man follow me,
And view what house I enter, thither come,
For there I dare be bold to appear open:
And as I like your vertuous carriage then,

Enter Juan, Clara, a Servant.

I shall be able to give welcome to you;
She hath done her business, I must take my leave, Sir.

Michael Perez

I'll kiss your fair white hand and thank you, Lady.
My man shall wait, and I shall be your Servant;
Sirrah, come near, hark.

Servant

I shall do it faithfully.

[Exit.

Juan de Castro

You will command me no more services?

Clara

To be careful of your noble health, dear Sir,
That I may ever honour you.

Juan de Castro

I thank you,
And kiss your hands, wait on the Ladies down there.

[Exeunt Ladies, and Servants.

Michael Perez

You had the honour to see the face that came to you?

Juan de Castro

And 'twas a fair one; what was yours, Don Michael?

Michael Perez

Mine was i'th' clipse, and had a Cloud drawn over it.
But I believe well, and I hope 'tis handsome,
She had a hand would stir a holy Hermite.

Juan de Castro

You know none of 'em?

Michael Perez

No.

Juan de Castro

Then I do, Captain,
But I'll say nothing till I see the proof on't,
Sit close Don Perez, or your Worship's caught.
I fear a Flye.

Michael Perez

Were those she brought Love-Letters?

Juan de Castro

A Packet to a Kinsman now in Flanders,
Yours was very modest methought.

Michael Perez

Some young unmanag'd thing,
But I may live to see--

Juan de Castro

'Tis worth experience,
Let's walk abroad and view our Companies.

[Exeunt.

Sanchio

What, are you for the Wars, Alonzo?

Alonzo

It may be I,
It may be no, e'n as the humour takes me.
If I find peace amongst the female Creatures,
And easie entertainment, I'll stay at home,
I am not so far obliged yet to long Marches
And mouldy Biskets, to run mad for Honour,
When you are all gone I have my choice before me.

Sanchio

Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou
Never leave whoring?

Alonzo

There is less danger in't than gunning, Sanchio,
Though we be shot sometimes, the shot's not mortal,
Besides, it breaks no limbs.

Sanchio

But it disables 'em,
Dost thou see how thou pull'st thy legs after thee, as they
Hung by points.

Alonzo

Better to pull 'em thus than walk on wooden ones,
Serve bravely for a Billet to support me.

Sanchio

Fye, fye, 'tis base.

Alonzo

Dost thou count it base to suffer?
Suffer abundantly? 'tis the Crown of Honour;
You think it nothing to lie twenty days
Under a Surgeons hands that has no mercy.

Sanchio

As thou hast done I am sure, but I perceive now
Why you desire to stay, the orient Heiress,
The Margarita, Sir,

Alonzo

I would I had her.

Sanchio

They say she will marry.

Alonzo

I think she will.

Sanchio

And marry suddenly, as report goes too,
She fears her Youth will not hold out, Alonzo.

Alonzo

I would I had the sheathing on't.

Sanchio

They say too
She has a greedy eye that must be fed
With more than one mans meat.

Alonzo

Would she were mine,
I would cater for her well enough; but Sanchio,
There be too many great men that adore her,
Princes, and Princes fellows, that claim priviledge.

Sanchio

Yet those stand off i'th' way of marriage,
To be tyed to a man's pleasure is a second labour.

Alonzo

She has bought a brave house here in town.

Sanchio

I have heard so.

Alonzo

If she convert it now to pious uses,
And bid poor Gentlemen welcome.

Sanchio

When comes she to it?

Alonzo

Within these two days, she is in the Country yet,
And keeps the noblest House.

Sanchio

Then there's some hope of her,
Wilt thou go my way?

Alonzo

No, no, I must leave you,
And repair to an old Gentlewoman
That has credit with her, that can speak a good word.

Sanchio

Send thee good fortune, but make thy Body sound first.

Alonzo

I am a Souldier,
And too sound a Body becomes me not;
Farewel, Sanchio.

[Exeunt.

Servant

'Tis this or that house, or I have lost my aim,
They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast,

Enter Estifania.

And hereabouts I lost her; stay, that's she,
'Tis very she,--she makes me a low court'sie,
Let me note the place, the street I well remember.

[Exit.

She is in again, certain some noble Lady.
How happy should I be if she love my master:
A wondrous goodly house, here are brave