Leon

I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave
To beat me soundly if he would take my bond.

Juan de Castro

What shall I do with this fellow?

Alonzo

Turn him off,
He will infect the camp with cowardise,
If he goe with thee.

Juan de Castro

About some week hence Sir,
If I can hit upon no abler officer,
You shall hear from me.

Leon

I desire no better.

[Exit.

Michael Perez

You have made me now too bountifull amends, Lady
For your strict carriage when you saw me first,
These beauties were not meant to be conceal'd,
It was a wrong to hide so sweet an object,
I cou'd now chide ye, but it shall be thus,
No other anger ever touch your sweetness.

Estifania

You appear to me so honest, and so civil,
Without a blush Sir, I dare bid ye welcom.

Michael Perez

Now let me ask your name.

Estifania

'Tis Estifanie, the heir of this poor place.

Michael Perez

Poor do you call it?
There's nothing that I cast mine eyes upon,
But shews both rich and admirable, all the rooms
Are hung as if a Princess were to dwell here,
The Gardens, Orchards, every thing so curious:
Is all that plate your own too?

Estifania

'Tis but little,
Only for present use, I have more and richer,
When need shall call, or friends compel me use it,
The sutes you see of all the upper chamber,
Are those that commonly adorn the house,
I think I have besides, as fair, as civil,
As any town in Spain can parallel.

Michael Perez

Now if she be not married, I have some hopes.
Are you a maid?

Estifania

You make me blush to answer,
I ever was accounted so to this hour,
And that's the reason that I live retir'd Sir.

Michael Perez

Then would I counsel you to marry presently,
(If I can get her, I am made for ever)
For every year you lose, you lose a beauty,
A Husband now, an honest careful Husband,
Were such a comfort: will ye walk above stairs?

Estifania

This place will fit our talk, 'tis fitter far Sir,
Above there are day-beds, and such temptations
I dare not trust Sir.

Michael Perez

She is excellent wise withal too.

Estifania

You nam'd a husband, I am not so strict Sir,
Nor ti'd unto a Virgins solitariness,
But if an honest, and a noble one,
Rich, and a souldier, for so I have vowed he shall be,
Were offer'd me, I think I should accept him,
But above all he must love.

Michael Perez

He were base else,
There's comfort ministred in the word souldier,
How sweetly should I live!

Estifania

I am not so ignorant, but that I know well,
How to be commanded,
And how again to make my self obey'd Sir,
I waste but little, I have gather'd much,
My rial not the less worth, when 'tis spent,
If spent by my direction, to please my Husband,
I hold it as indifferent in my duty,
To be his maid i'th' kitchen, or his Cook,
As in the Hall to know my self the Mistris.

Michael Perez

Sweet, rich, and provident, now fortune stick
To me; I am a Souldier, and a bachelour, Lady,
And such a wife as you, I cou'd love infinitely,
They that use many words, some are deceitfull,
I long to be a Husband, and a good one,
For 'tis most certain I shall make a president
For all that follow me to love their Ladies,
I am young you see, able I would have you think too,
If't please you know, try me before you take me.
'Tis true I shall not meet in equal wealth
With ye, but Jewels, Chains, such as the war
Has given me, a thousand Duckets I dare
Presume on in ready gold, now as your
Care may handle it, as rich cloths too, as
Any he bears arms Lady.

Estifania

You are a true gentleman, and fair, I see by ye,
And such a man I had rather take.

Michael Perez

Pray do so, I'le have a Priest o'th' sudden.

Estifania

And as suddenly you will repent too.

Michael Perez

I'le be hang'd or drown'd first,
By this and this, and this kiss.

Estifania

You are a Flatterer,
But I must say there was something when I saw you
First, in that most noble face, that stirr'd my fancy.

Michael Perez

I'le stir it better e're you sleep sweet Lady,
I'le send for all my trunks and give up all to ye,
Into your own dispose, before I bed ye,
And then sweet wench.

Estifania

You have the art to cozen me.

[Exeunt.