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de Castro:
I shall do it, I know the Gentleman, a most worthy Captain.
Clara:
Something in private.
Juan de Castro:
Step aside: I'll serve thee. [Ex. Juan, and Clara.
Michael Perez:
Prithee let me see thy face.
Estifania:
Sir, you must pardon me, Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories, And keep suspect off from their Chastities, Had need wear thicker Vails.
Michael Perez:
I am no blaster of a Ladies Beauty, Nor bold intruder on her special favours, I know how tender Reputation is, And with what guards it ought to be preserv'd, Lady, You may to me.
Estifania:
You must excuse me, Seignior, I come Not here to sell my self.
Michael Perez:
As I am a Gentleman, by the honour of a Souldier.
Estifania:
I believe you, I pray you be civil, I believe you would see me, And when you have seen me I believe you will like me, But in a strange place, to a stranger too, As if I came on purpose to betray you, Indeed I will not. 173]
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, 174] 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.
[Enter Sanchio, and Alonzo.]
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. 175]
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