1 Lady

What should it mean, that in such haste
We are sent for?

2 Lady

Belike the Lady Margaret has some business
She would break to us in private.

3 Lady

It should seem so.
'Tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady.

2 Lady

And vertuous enough too I warrant ye
For a young Woman of her years; 'tis pity
To load her tender Age with too much Vertue.

3 Lady

'Tis more sometimes than we can well away with.

Altea

Good morrow, Ladies.

All

'Morrow, my good Madam.

1 Lady

How does the sweet young Beauty, Lady Margaret?

2 Lady

Has she slept well after her walk last night?

1 Lady

Are her dreams gentle to her mind?

Altea

All's well,
She's very well, she sent for you thus suddenly
To give her counsel in a business
That much concerns her.

2 Lady

She does well and wisely,
To ask the counsel of the ancientst, Madam,
Our years have run through many things she knows not.

Altea

She would fain marry.

1 Lady

'Tis a proper calling,
And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with?

Altea

That's left to argue on, I pray come in
And break your fast, drink a good cup or two,
To strengthen your understandings, then she'l tell ye.

2 Lady

And good wine breeds good counsel.
We'l yield to ye.

[Exeunt.

Juan de Castro

Have you seen any service?

Leon

Yes.

Juan de Castro

Where?

Leon

Every where.

Juan de Castro

What office bore ye?

Leon

None, I was not worthy.

Juan de Castro

What Captains know you?

Leon

None, they were above me.

Juan de Castro

Were you never hurt?

Leon

Not that I well remember,
But once I stole a Hen, and then they beat me;
Pray ask me no long questions, I have an ill memory.

Juan de Castro

This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword yet?

Leon

Not to do any harm I thank Heaven for't.

Juan de Castro

Nor ne'r ta'ne prisoner?

Leon

No, I ran away,
For I had ne'r no mony to redeem me.

Juan de Castro

Can you endure a Drum?

Leon

It makes my head ake.

Juan de Castro

Are you not valiant when you are drunk?

Leon

I think not, but I am loving Sir.

Juan de Castro

What a lump is this man,
Was your Father wise?

Leon

Too wise for me I'm sure,
For he gave all he had to my younger Brother.

Juan de Castro

That was no foolish part I'le bear you witness.
Canst thou lye with a woman?

Leon

I think I could make shift Sir,
But I am bashfull.

Juan de Castro

In the night?

Leon

I know not,
Darkness indeed may do some good upon me.

Juan de Castro

Why art thou sent to me to be my officer,
I, and commended too, when thou darst not fight?

Leon

There be more officers of my opinion,
Or I am cozen'd Sir, men that talk more too.

Juan de Castro

How wilt thou scape a bullet?

Leon

Why by chance,
They aim at honourable men, alas I am none Sir.

Juan de Castro

This fellow has some doubts in's talk that strike me,

Enter Alonzo.

He cannot be all fool: welcom Alonzo.

Alonzo

What have you got there, temperance into your company?
The spirit of peace? we shall have wars

Enter Cacafogo.

By th'ounce then. O here's another pumpion,
Let him loose for luck sake, the cram'd son
Of a stay'd Usurer, Cacafogo, both their brains butter'd,
Cannot make two spoonfulls.

Cacafogo

My Father's dead: I am a man of war too,
Monyes, demesns; I have ships at sea too,
Captains.

Juan de Castro

Take heed o'th' Hollanders, your ships may leak else.

Cacafogo

I scorn the Hollanders, they are my drunkards.

Alonzo

Put up your gold Sir, I'le borrow it else.

Cacafogo

I am satisfied, you shall not,
Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly.

Leon

I never wrong'd ye.

Cacafogo

Thou hast wrong'd mine honor,
Thou look'dst upon my Mistris thrice lasciviously,
I'le make it good.

Juan de Castro

Do not hea[t] your self, you will surfeit.

Cacafogo

Thou wan'st my mony too, with a pair of base bones,
In whom there was no truth, for which I beat thee,
I beat thee much, now I will hurt thee dangerously.
This shall provoke thee.

[He strikes.

Alonzo

You struck too low by a foot Sir.

Juan de Castro

You must get a ladder when you would beat
This fellow.

Leon

I cannot chuse but kick again, pray pardon me.

Cacafogo

Had'st thou not ask'd my pardon, I had kill'd thee,
I leave thee as a thing despis'd, assoles manus a vostra siniare
a Maistre.

[Exit .